Rumbling, rolling, roaring

You traverse the sky as if

You owned it.

I cover my ears; you frighten me.

I am five years old and the only

One awake to hear you.

Now I listen to you

Approach from across the valley;

your brother, Lightning, crackles overhead.

I wait for you to answer him.

You bring back lonely memories,

But Iím not afraid of you anymore.

© By Nancy (


Watch these pages for more poems by Nancy.
In the meantime, click the links below for
poems and stories by our other authors.


The Stained Glass Window

A Ghost Story

Out For A Walk

A Real Life Horror Story

To The Blue Ridge

Crop Circles

Pumpkin Patch

And.......for many others, click the index image.

Click here to send this site to a friend!

Graphics by Marilyn