The Great Delhi Storm

A shared poem by M, L, W and WM, 8^th Feb 2011.

M: There was a HUGE thunder storm last night that started very suddenly.  Mum and Dad had to run out onto the balcony to rescue the washing and the chairs, and in doing so , got drenched.  Here is a poem about last night’s events. Enjoy! (Indra is the Hindu God of weather and King of Devas, by the way)

 I woke up,

I could hear the sky falling on my head,

Pelting rain on the rooftop,

Wind gusts slamming on the windows,

Lightning lighting up the night sky outside like a camera flash.

It was a violent storm that ripped in from the mountains,

Dressed in a big, swirling, black-violet cloak,

With an orchestra playing,

Cymbals and drums building to a crescendo,

Stealing the washing,

Squalling through the house,

The rain driving in under the doors and down the gurgling drains.

Next morning, I woke again,

The storm was gone and it felt peaceful,

The earth smelt fresh,

A sea of muddy puddles outside,

The sky scrubbed clean blue –

Indra was content once more.