Before the Storm
I used to love thunderstorms –
watch them roll in from the west
First Paducah
then Hopkinsville
then home.
Daddy and I would sit on the front porch swing
on summer afternoons and wait
as the clouds grew large on the horizon
Wait for the air to cool, and the smell
of rain to blow in before the storm.
Wait for the approaching rain
to fill our lungs with mist and thunder.
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My kids and I used to do the same thing when we had a porch with a swing. If the storm got too lively, we’d go inside and enjoy the storm through the screen door.
So your lovely poem is so relateable! It evoked some precious memories. Your sensory details really makes this poem come to life.
Thank you so much for sharing this lovely poem.
We would do the same when it got too lively. Thank you!
i love the feeling in the air right before a storm too. i especially love how you described not just the smell, but how the thunderstorms fill your lungs.
So glad you enjoyed my memory poem.
Brought back good memories…and echo Carter’s comment love “how the thunderstorms fill your lungs.”
Thanks so much, Pam.
Gorgeous imagery. Strong feeling of you with your father. I felt so present in YOUR memory!
Thank you, Michele. It has stayed with me all these years.
I love how you use repetition to amplify the cadence of the last two lines and “as the clouds grew large on the horizon” is such a relatable and vivid image.