A new poem. Please critique, what do you think? Has this ever happened to you?

Question:The Storm

It wakes me in the middle of the night,
a little bit of thunder, coy and light,
as if the storm was teasing me and
I get up to look and see the flash of
lightening through brusied, swollen sky.
I take heed as the storm draws nigh.
Growing stronger, it shakes its fists.
The rain pours down like a rattlesnakes hiss.
Flashing, cracking, wind is ripping!
But I sit back with a coffee sipping,
watching the show as it plays outside.
I'm not afraid. I don't run and hide.
It tapped upon my window sill
and bid me come, watch its' powerful will.
I smiled as it did its' best to keep me
from my peaceful rest.
I gave it a few minutes of my attention
then disregarded my sleeps intervention.
Lulled by the rain on my rooftop
back to sleep I did surely drop.

Has anybody ever sat and watched a thunderstorm? I think they are beautiful.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: The Storm

It wakes me in the middle of the night,
a little bit of thunder, coy and light,
as if the storm was teasing me and
I get up to look and see the flash of
lightening through brusied, swollen sky.
I take heed as the storm draws nigh.
Growing stronger, it shakes its fists.
The rain pours down like a rattlesnakes hiss.
Flashing, cracking, wind is ripping!
But I sit back with a coffee sipping,
watching the show as it plays outside.
I'm not afraid. I don't run and hide.
It tapped upon my window sill
and bid me come, watch its' powerful will.
I smiled as it did its' best to keep me
from my peaceful rest.
I gave it a few minutes of my attention
then disregarded my sleeps intervention.
Lulled by the rain on my rooftop
back to sleep I did surely drop.

Has anybody ever sat and watched a thunderstorm? I think they are beautiful.

I absolutely love thunderstorms. They are so powerful and moving...just like this poem. Just wonderful. You've written it in a voice that is so calm and serene just as you describe yourself while observing the storm. This is a fantastic poem and the metaphors are fabulous. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem.

yes some thines it has happened to me
well your poem is a good one

i love your poem but it hasn't ever happened to me. lol!!!

Smiling, yes of course! Monsoons here are wild and believe thee me, they get ones attention! I tend to stick close to the inside of the house when they hit!

Nice. I could see the storm as I read it.

Should I break it out or make them buy the book?

*****
Afternoon Storm
by TD Euwaite

Rain drops, a voice
Blue Clouds, a song
Torrent, a chorus
Thunder, the drums
Matinee Showcase
By the window, it’s warm
Play me another, Afternoon Storm

*****

I love the juxtaposition of your serenity and the fury of the storm, it makes for a vivid and fascinating poem. There is some magical imagery here- "bruised, swollen sky" and "rattlesnake's hiss" for instance. I absolutely love to watch thunderstorms, too-they are, indeed, beautiful. Thank you.