DAY 2 PROMPT
This Thundercloud
A sonnet

Rising higher and higher o’er the lake, A dark heart, throwing bright bolts of lightning. Not yet soaked with rain, the small rowboat shakes, The electrical charge is frightening.
She’s starting to row, faster and faster, She will never take this blind chance again. Wanting to visit her long-dead pastor, In the cabin’s graveyard, where he has been.
The rain starts pounding, this thunder won’t thrill, Her path forward was more and more obscured. Lightning illuminates the empty hill, A small wave carries driftwood on homeward.
This thundercloud let out a heavy sigh, The wind blew harder, as tears filled the sky.
Written in response to the prompt ‘thunderclouds’, day two of The National Poetry Month 2021 with Shabd Aaweg Review.
There are still twenty eight days left, if anyone wants to join in the fun, the rules can be found at the link above.
