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


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.

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.

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