Thunderstorms

It rained today. Not a thunderstorm, just rain. Zuzu is terrified of thunderstorms. I was going to write a blog post about Zuzu's fear of thunder, but then I remembered that I actually wrote a poem about it last year for a class. The assignment had been to write a poem starting with "I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warning" (We had been learning about Bob Dylan.) I do not really consider myself a poet, but I do have a fondness for rhyming things. Here is the poem I wrote:



I Heard the Sound of a Thunder, it Roared out a Warning



I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warning.

The power went out in my room.

I doubted that it would be back on ‘til morning.

The house shook with a mighty “boom”.




I felt so alone, my family was out,

I curled up in a ball on my bed.

Though I knew they were safe, I still felt some doubt,

my stomach was knotted with dread.




A whimper was followed by a scratch on my door.

I made my way toward the sound,

trying not to trip on the clothes on my floor

or the textbooks that covered the ground.




I opened the door and Zuzu was there

she lay on the floor made of wood.

I could tell that she had had quite a scare,

for she seemed to be stuck there for good.




I pulled on her collar, she lept to the bed.

I lay down there next to to her.

I soothed her, petting her body and head,

and I smoothed her ruffled fur.




With her next to me I didn’t feel cold,

nor did the storm seem so frightening.

While it cannot be said I felt super bold,

I no longer screamed at the lightning.




I heard the sound of a thunder it roared out this warning:

“It may seem the storm will not end,

the lightning will flash, the rain will be pouring,

so it’s better to face with a friend.”