Thirst Satisfied

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My head is pounding

Matching the beat

Of each thunderclap

My shoes are drenched

And slosh with every step

Hail bounced off my car

And my umbrella is at home

This summer storm

Has ruined my day

But think of the flowers

Not torn to shreds

This is the drink

They have needed

This terrible day

Has a positive spin

When days later

The roses will bloom

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – terrible

Built Solid

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They came up the stairs and opened the door to the storm cellar.  Looking around they saw debris everywhere.  Trees were down or at least damaged, one laid on top of their car.  As they continued to survey the land, they saw the staunch walls of the old brick farmhouse looked untouched.  As a testament to his grandparents who built the home almost 90 years ago it stood like a beacon in the remains of the storm.  A tornado had just blown through and was now headed towards the next town.  They would have damaged crops and the barn was in pieces, but they had not lost their home.  More important than that was the fact all four of them had ridden out the storm safely and would be together to repair what was left after the storm.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – staunch

Summer Storm

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The sky had turned a greenish grey

Rain poured down sideways

Driven by the howling winds

As the lightening flashed all around

Thunder added to the incessant din

The summer storm was full force

As the hail began to bounce on the pavement

Trees cracked as branches fell

Sparks flew as power lines snapped

And my fear began to rise

I paced

I held a flashlight

I turned up the radio for news

Then just when I thought I would explode in fear


I realized the hail had stopped

The rain was lighter

The winds had diministed

And the thunder distant


The storm was over

And I stepped outside

To look for the rainbow

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – incessant and din

Better The Devil You Know Than The Devil You Don’t

She hated her Dad’s basement. It was unfinished with crickets and spiders and a few cobwebs. But she would endure her disdain for 20 minutes to avoid the unknown that was headed their way. The National Weather Service had just issued a tornado warning for their county in Kansas. She didn’t like it but hunkering down in the “dungeon” of a basement was better than possibly facing the unknown strength of the tornado that had been spotted Northeast of them. So, her Dad and her sat and listened to the weather reports on the radio and waited the storm out.


(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #26

A Night For Bowling

It was a dark night and Sheryl was babysitting at the Olsen’s house.  They have one boy and one girl age 7 and 6.  The night was cloudy and threatened rain, maybe even storms.  And just when Sheryl was getting ready to put the kids to bed a loud clap of thunder rumbled through the house.  Both kids jumped and grabbed onto Sheryl’s side.

“Relax, it is ok.  It is just a little thunder.  My mom always said that was the sound of angels bowling.  Have either of you been bowling,” Sheryl asked?

“Johnny got to go with Daddy one time, but I stayed home to bake with Mommy,” little Jenny said.

“Yeah,” Johnny said, “Daddy took me, and they put up a special rail so the ball would hit some pins.”

Just then the kids jumped again at an even louder crack of thunder.  “That had to be a strike.”

Jenny looked up to Sheryl and asked, “I thought it was the sounds the bugaboo makes on dark nights?”

“The bugaboo?”  Sheryl leaned down and looked at Jenny, “What is the Bugaboo?”

“He is the cousin of the Boogeyman and my friend Dan says they hate kids.  Is that true?”

Taking both children’s hands, she smiled and said, “there is no such thing as the Bugaboo or the Boogieman.  Dan was just trying to scare you.”

Johnny said, “Oh that is good.  Then that shadow ahead is nothing to be scared about.”

Sheryl looked up to see a dark figure shift in the doorway.  She let out a scream and grabbed both kids.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bugaboo


The ship lurched from one side to the other.

The storm had come up suddenly and

It caught us unaware, far from the shore.

The increased motion was making me ill,

Like the words you had just said.

You said it was over, you didn’t love me.

It felt like a slap in the face and

Mixed with the waves on the water

I felt the world was turning on me.

We would make our way back to shore

But would we ever make it back to us;

Or were we the shipwreck that night

That was brought down by the storm?