Before the thunder in sweltering heat
with air being oil and windless the sky
close to the surface swallows would fleet
sd heard from afar the rumble and cries
from nature revenge approaching in rage
The wind filled our sails to send us ashore
to breakers of bones, a frightening stage
with lightning close a rainfall would pour
relieved from the heat but utterly soaked
when reaching the harbour to safety stoked
Ivan Aivazovsky
Today Mish hosts OLN at dVerse with an optional mini-prompt to write about thunder. I decided to let the rhymes lead me in a short poem.
July 16, 2026
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A vivid and darkly beautiful poem ⛈️🌊
Thank you
I can feel that strong push of nature’s revenge. I love this part: to breakers of bones, a frightening stage. Happy 15th year anniversary to us! Cheers!
Oh yes… indeed.
It must feel so vulnerable to be at sea during a storm and I can feel that in your poem, especially with “to breakers of bones, a frightening stage”.
Ar the countryside me and mum always predicted the weather by how low or high the swallows were flying. There is something about the thunderstorm even if it’s frightening like the sea… Both very loveable still .
loved the poem.
rage and revenge, the winds and the sky, this is truly exciting
much love