I hate storms, they give me palpitations.
I pull the blinds and block my ears and hide.
A thunder ripple makes me run real fast.
I never watch the lightning strike creations.
Just where this fear comes from, I hear you ask.
It stems from one day when as a little girl.
My grandpa took me out to see a storm.
And told me of the dangers they unmask.
He said, "Now see that lightning sheet up high?
That flashes brightly, followed by that noise
Do not concern your safety with that one
But if those 'fork' ones strike you'll surely die".
My Nan was scared also and pulled the blind
We'd sit by candle-light until they passed.
Under the table, I felt safe and stayed
My dreaded fear of 'fork' now in my mind.
I know my grandpa didn't mean to scare
But I still can't abide to watch, though old
And if in bed I pull the covers high
I never face the window wouldn't dare.
And if I ever drive and see a flash
I quickly push the pedal to the floor,
My fears arise and I can feel my stress
And from my car, inside the door I dash.
I know I should be calmer, but you see
No matter how I try I cannot watch,
So, block my ears when thunder bolts are heard
This over-whelming fear takes over me.
I know there's lots that really love the show
And dash outside when storms begin to roll,
They talk about the spectacle they see
But I'm not one, and so for me it's NO.
I've tried to rationalise this awful fear
It's been too long, and change I cannot make
And only if inside do I feel safe
And pray pass quickly, please don't come too near.
So that is why I do not like a storm
Still cringe when thunders heard up in the sky,
And I will hide away until it's gone
My fears arises so quickly when they form.
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Create a Poem about a storm.
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Storm (a)
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Author Notes
This is a true story I was about 5 when my grandfather took me outside on the verander to watch a storm and told me to alway be careful of the 'fork lightening' it will kill ha he said and I cant get over those words and still have an awful fear of storms. My kids and husband think it quite hilarious " quick Mum it's coming they say as I pull the curtains and block it out. so this was a good opportunity to tell my story even thinking about a storm and thunder and lightening makes me sweat and I still count the difference between the two to calculate how close it gets. I know it's a bit irrational but that me at times . Thanks for reading of my fear
Thanks to suenethery for the image Storm
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