This poem is in response to the poet’s billow – April Poetry Month Day 1: Write a poem about a thunderstorm without using the words rain, thunder, or lightning.

Wind howling over the roof
Like shrill banshee of a siren
Black, ominous clouds pierced by burst of
Electric blue yellow rays
Bursting ominous sounds like cannon fire follow
A sulphurous smell hangs heavy in the air
Windows rattled, straining against the hinges
To fly open and away
Trees bending down to touch the ground
Huge droplets of water
Clattering on wood shingles
Rivulet gurgling down the downspout
Soon the roads are flowing like a stream
Praying to the almighty to keep the power on
Gingerly climb down the stairs
With a lighted candle in my hand
Better to be safe than sorry
The strength, the beauty
What a marvellous display of
Nature’s fury

This poem is in response to the poet’s biillow – April Poetry Month Day1