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The first day of Christmas, My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. The second day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The third day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The fourth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The fifth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The sixth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The seventh day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The eighth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The ninth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The tenth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Ten pipers piping, Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The eleventh day of Christmas My true love sent to me Eleven ladies dancing, Ten pipers piping, Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The twelfth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Twelve fiddlers fiddling, Eleven ladies dancing, Ten pipers piping, Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five gold rings, Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree.

My favourite type of weather Is a thunderstorm for sure Because when I'm at home I feel quite secure. Also the smell of outdoors While one is taking place Is beautiful enough to put a smile on my face. I love to watch the rain strike some objects outside, it is amazing to think this miracle happens worldwide. Another thing I love Is feeling rain hit my skin Little drops of heaven Sinking to within. I adore these storms As they emerge from the sky The clouds getting darker The wind whooshing by Thunder and lightning Rain coming down Hitting the road making a sound As I stare out my window and watch the rain fall by I wonder what could of happened To make God want to cry. Published: May 2008 https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/thunderstorms

As I gaze at the sky when it rains As Blood flows through my veins I wonder what makes life so auspicious inspite of the whole world being so malicious My dear rain…As you pour down with all your might When will you come to me as my guiding light?? When will you wash my heart ?? When will you quench my thirst ?? When will you show me something thats unrehearsed ?? I protect myself when you arrive…. in my desire to survive…. but that does that mean I dont love you??? does that mean I despise you??? Once you leave , the sun will shine leaving behind your marks which is way too divine.. Your tears and pure and plain.. Mine are salty and filled with pain…. When will you immerse mine in yours ??? When will you guide me with your sail and take me to the shores ???

The thunder mutters louder & more loud With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake Ready to burst slow sails the pitch black cloud & all the gang a bigger haycock make To sit beneath—the woodland winds awake The drops so large wet all thro’ in an hour A tiney flood runs down the leaning rake In the sweet hay yet dry the hay folks cower & some beneath the waggon shun the shower.

Monsters stalking through the night. Halloween is the Night of Fright. Fear is what this night brings, Along with many other things. Are you sure you are prepared? Tonight is not for the easily scared. Creatures from hell roam on this night, For tonight is the Night of Fright. Trick or treat you say, You should not have waited until the end of the day. Tonight you will lose your tricks and treats, For the monsters need to eat. You better not take this night lightly, Or else you will truly learn what fright means. In ancient times people feared this night, The night they greeted with fright. Why they were so scared you will soon see, On this "All Hollows' Eve."

The thunder mutters louder & more loud With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake Ready to burst slow sails the pitch black cloud & all the gang a bigger haycock make To sit beneath—the woodland winds awake The drops so large wet all thro’ in an hour A tiney flood runs down the leaning rake In the sweet hay yet dry the hay folks cower & some beneath the waggon shun the shower.

The years have passed by In the blink of an eye, Moments of sadness And joy have flown by. People I loved Have come and have gone, But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn't easy, And the struggles were there, Filled with times that it mattered, Times I just didn't care. I stood on my own, And I still found my way, Through some nights filled with tears, And the dawn of new days. And now with old age, It's become very clear; Things I once found important Were not why I was here. And how many things That I managed to buy Were never what made me Feel better inside. And the worries and fears That plagued me each day, In the end of it all, Would just fade away. But how much I reached out To others when needed, Would be the true measure Of how I succeeded. And how much I shared Of my soul and my heart Would ultimately be What set me apart. And what's really important, Is my opinion of me, And whether or not I'm the best I can be. And how much more kindness And love I can show Before the Lord tells me It's my time to go.

Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees Nature has taught her creatures to hate Man that fusses and fumes Unquiet man As the sap rises in the trees As the sap paints the trees a violent green So rises the wrath of Nature's creatures At man So paints the face of Nature a violent green. Nature is sick at man Sick at his fuss and fume Sick at his agonies Sick at his gaudy mind That drives his body Ever more quickly More and more In the wrong direction.

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, - He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like hands And throw away the road. The wagons quickened on the streets, The thunder hurried slow; The lightning showed a yellow beak, And then a livid claw. The birds put up the bars to nests, The cattle fled to barns; There came one drop of giant rain, And then, as if the hands That held the dams had parted hold, The waters wrecked the sky, But overlooked my father's house, Just quartering a tree.

Wave by wave o'er the sandy bar, Up to the coast lights, glimmering wan, Out of the darkness deep and far, Slowly the tide came creeping on. Through the clamor of billowy strife Another voice went wailing thin; The first faint cry of a new-born life Broke on the night and the tide was in. Wave by wave o'er the sandy bar, Back again from the sleeping town, Back to the darkness deep and far, Slowly the tide went dropping down. Silence lay on the chamber of death; Silence lay on the land about; The last low flutter of weary breath Fell on the night and the tide was out.

Just as a waterfall grows slower and more lightly suspended as it plunges down, so the great man of action tends to act with greater calmness than his tempestuous desires prior to the deed would lead one to expect.

The thunder mutters louder & more loud With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake Ready to burst slow sails the pitch black cloud & all the gang a bigger haycock make To sit beneath—the woodland winds awake The drops so large wet all thro’ in an hour A tiney flood runs down the leaning rake In the sweet hay yet dry the hay folks cower & some beneath the waggon shun the shower.

This is the land the sunset washes, These are the banks of the Yellow Sea; Where it rose, or whither it rushes, These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traffic Strews the landing with opal bales; Merchantmen poise upon horizons, Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.

Come, walk with me into the forest's blessed abode, To see the wondrous beauty the Earth has bestowed; We'll bask in the surreal splendor that surrounds us, And listen to nature composing the forest's grand opus, As sounds of whispering trees and burbling streams, Send our minds wandering into a poet's lovely dreams. We'll walk where sunlight sets the forest's leaves aglow, Weaving open paths to dapple golden light on all below; Where trees shade us from summer heat and harsh rays, Freeing our minds so we can see Mother Nature's ways, Of creating nurturing sanctuaries for life dwelling there, To shield its tender wards from storms too hard to bear. Come sit beneath the glowing embers of an autumn tree, Whose rich hues are a natural wonder many come to see, While colorful leaves glide down in a whirling course, Like embers breaking loose from their flaming source. Glowing for a moment as if falling to their ending fate, Instead, nourishing Earth for rebirth into a new state. The wintering forest seems to be a still, desolate place. Yet, under the snow and autumn leaves of a tree's base, Beats the promising pulse of new life that patiently waits For spring's warmth and rain to open wide nature's gates; Roam with me under the trees standing strong over it all, To watch them quietly sleep until nature's beckoning call. Let us stroll in spring's forest where we will reap The joy of Earth awakening its children from sleep, And hear life's chorus and watch its offspring grow, As waking trees renew their canopy over all below; Come share with me the forest's spirit at rebirth, So we too are reborn within this temple of Earth. Every now and then let us answer the forest's call, To come see life's beauty and the miracle of it all; If we listen with our hearts as we walk among trees, We may understand the message carried on a breeze, For us to blend with the forest's spirit so it will beguile Us into walking under its lovely trees for just a while.

The panther wind Leaps out of the night, The snake of lightning Is twisting and white, The lion of thunder Roars—and we Sit still and content Under a tree— We have met fate together And love and pain, Why should we fear The wrath of the rain!

The Ocean has its silent caves, Deep, quiet, and alone; Though there be fury on the waves, Beneath them there is none. THE OCEAN BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE

Well, I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain Alone in the middle of the night My ol'heart begins to feel the pain Of missing you with all my might But your not here to share my love So I'll just face this pain alone... And listen to the rain falling from above And face the fact that you are gone Rain falling from above... Rain falling for my love... Rain falling from the skies... And rain falling from my eyes. So I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain And listening to how sad it sounds The rain's only an indication of my pain And eternal loneliness I've found.

You are on the beach laying down in the sand the sun is shining down onto your skin. As you lay you can hear the gentle ocean waves coming into the shore

You are laying in your bedroom and suddenly hear the sound of thunder in the distant. You look outside your window and see the beautiful lightning in the sky

Dark clouds roll in over the calm waters Winds howl and signs tilt and totter As I sit and watch the big storm roll in Waves crash hard onto the sandy beaches Bright lights strike fast on the water it reaches As I sit and watch the big storm begin From the black sky, mounds of rain start to pour And boom crashes fill the open shore As I sit and watch the big storm hit peak Lights begin to dim, thunder grows quiet As nature starts to storms the storms riot As I sit and watch the big storm grow weak The seas calm and the black clouds disappear A sight of beauty to all who are near As I sit and view the storms creation

My favorite type of weather Is a thunderstorm for sure Because when I'm at home I feel quite secure. Also the smell of outdoors While one is taking place Is beautiful enough to put a smile on my face. I love to watch the rain strike some objects outside, it is amazing to think this miracle happens worldwide. Another thing I love Is feeling rain hit my skin Little drops of heaven Sinking to within. I adore these storms As they emerge from the sky The clouds getting darker The wind whooshing by Thunder and lightning Rain coming down Hitting the road making a sound As I stare out my window and watch the rain fall by I wonder what could of happened To make God want to cry. Published: May 2008 https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/thunderstorms