All is calm here,
all is still,
all is as it was,
and will,
if truth be told,
continue to be so.
.
We survived the storm,
we are back to the norm,
life goes on,
until it is gone.
All is calm here,
all is still,
all is as it was,
and will,
if truth be told,
continue to be so.
.
We survived the storm,
we are back to the norm,
life goes on,
until it is gone.
A thunder storm
May not be the ‘norm’
But, even amongst thunder storms
maybe that one wasn’t
It was epic.
Lashings of rain
Again and again
Flashings of lightning
Immense and, at times, frightening;
Hailstones as big as marbles
Attacking the roof
As if shot from peashooters
And with unerring accuracy.
And the duration
Of the whole
Was also impressive.
We lay there
Admiring the ebb and flow
And even more flow.
And when, eventually
Things had subsided
To a constant and reliable rain,
We, decided that a Cornish thunderstorm
Would be nice to have
As our ‘norm’.