Meet it Head On
Oh How I love them and fear them at the same time.
By sitting on our front porch until the storm is done.
Watching the lightning strikes and hearing the thunder roar.
I canít take my eyes off it as the winds begin to soar.
Blowing like a colossal breeze that takes my breath away.
I just keep sitting there watching the skies of a frightful grey.
The supremacy that this storm holds could destroy any man.
It dares you to keep on standing, while its strikes hit the land.
But for some outlandish reason, I canít take my eyes away.
It holds me transfixed to the spot, daring me not to stay.
The chills run up and down my spine each rumble that I hear.
When the lightning strikes close by, the chills begin to sear.
When itís done and over, a tranquil feeling finds my soul.
For the calm is so unnerving, and begins to take its toll.
That storm took all the energy from every living thing.
I canít wait for the next storm, to see what it will bring.
~ Bonnie May ~
Bonnie was born in Shamokin, Pennsylvania in 1945. Poetry has been her passion for 50 years and she has had many of her poems published. She wrote a children's story as a senior in high school, that was later published as: "The Tale of a Rabbit's Tail." Since then she has published: "Grandpa, When Animals Die, Do They Go to Heaven," children's book and two poetry books, "My Heart Wants to Tell You" and "MY HEART WANTS TO TALK! TALK! TALK!." These books can be purchased through http://www.Lulu.com.