Holy Smoke, Holy Crap, We Survived All Of That

Picture over Lake Huron sent to Anne-Marie van Santen by one of her page visitors.

Holy smoke, holy crap
We survived all of that.

Pouring torrent of driving rain
Wind hollering thru branches
Blowing here then there no refuge anywhere
Lightning strikes, thunder claps
A storm it is
Holy smoke, holy crap.

Then the rain slows down to a tickle
Leaves stand still, not a ripple
While overhead there is such a roar
Flashing light amidst yellow clouds glowing bright
Otherwise dark as night.

Over not soon enough so frightening to see
We wrap ourselves in blankets warm
Cause hydro off and we can’t deny
A storm came thru wrecked havoc all around
Now is gone, there’s not a sound.

We sit a day or two
In a blaring generator town
Waiting for the lights to come on
And we can once again communicate
With all of you.

Holy smoke, holy crap
We survived all of that.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Let Me Hear The Weather

 

 

 

 

 

Let me hear the weather
Falling against the sky
Let me see the moon
Not cry.

Let me feel my heart
Pounding love strong
For the one that makes
The rain soft
And the moon sigh.

Let me be the one
Where love resides
In my heart, tonight.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Some Days Are Better

Some days are better
No matter the weather
So, make this day better
Than all of yesterday’s best.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Thunder Rushes Full Speed Ahead

Thunder rushes full speed ahead
Crashing, banging
Leaving dread all around.

Down to ground lighting speeds
Flashing, crashing
Creating dread all around.

Rain pours all over ground
Soaking, pouring dread
As it rains down.

A storm has come
Crashing, flashing, pouring down
Leaving dread all around.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012