Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
I like the image you gave!
I too love thunderstorms, although I've been drowned out too many times in a tent to really enjoy it anymore. Great poem!!
Lovely! I wish I lived where there were more thunderstorms, they can be so beautiful.
Thunderstorms can be so invigorating.