Bad weather man by Keith D Allison Thunderstorms, making you quiver or smile When the clouds gather Pushing rolling high, into the sky Bringing dark to the heavens   I will not say, for I am Her bad weather man When the rains begin to fall She holds my hand   When lightning flashes Brightening the night sky And the thunder pounds the air She'll hug my neck   Looking into her eyes Seeing the fears of a little girl there I draw her near For I am   Her bad weather man 08/18/2006 Posted on 08/22/2006 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/22/06 at 03:07 PM I like this...very nice. Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/23/06 at 05:22 AM I'll just bet you pray for t'storms so you can hold her. Right...? Some of the best times are during storms in front of a blazing fire. Light some candles too. ~Chelle~ Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/25/06 at 04:07 PM Positively poignant message Keith. Nicely reminds me of my own bad weather gal. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)