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Why is Thunder?
by Rebecca Couture
copyright 10-23-2004


Age Rating: 4 to 127

 
This is a question my little ones asked. I wrote this poem to try to answer them. EmmaAnn is 6 and Sarah is 4. This poem is written for them.

Thunder is a big boom that frightens small children. Thunder is not bad.
If you listen to the thunder and count from the sound to when you see the lightening you can tell how far away the storm is.
How do you explain thunder to small children?
Thunder is the angels playing ball.
Lighting is their flashlights.
Thunder is the angels bowling
The ball rolls down the ally and makes a loud crash as it hits the pins.
Soft rolling thunder is children rolling down the hill, giggling, laughing and playing happily together.
Thunder and lighting together is Heaven’s fireworks.
Sometimes thunder booms
Sometimes it rumbles as a train, you can feel the vibrations of the sound
At other times it rolls in waves of sound like the sea coming in.
Thunder will not hurt you
It is just a big noise that warns you of a coming storm
As the storm comes close thunder roars furiously
As the storm moves away thunder rumbles and than slowly rolls
Quiet and peaceful
The storm passes and thunder sleeps.
RAE


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04-06-2007 Samantha P.    

I'm pretty sure you have an error somewhere at the beginning eith the line 'Lighting is their flashlights.' I'm not completely sure but from what you are talking about it should be lightning? Well anyway I truly love this piece it made me think of the thunder. However I would say that it frightens small children isn't always true because when i was a baby thunder was so wonderful. Also as I got older my grandma would pry me away from the door telling me to stay inside so i didnt get struck by lightning. This was one of your better poems and I absolutely love it so I'm giving you full praise. Also at the end the one thing that you might add is not the storm passing but maybe the thunder and lightning rumble away and a soft, light clinking tells me it rains. That is just darling, and thanks to you I want to write a new poem. You are a great author and I love your work =))))
09-01-2005 Sarah West    

CUTE ^_^
04-11-2005 Brian Dickenson    

You are right about the thunder, all bark and no bite.
Lightening of course can kill. That's the one to avoid. Don't forget to tell the kids.
Brian Dickenson.
01-02-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

This is very cute. I love it. Thanks, Anthony
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