Thunder

The distant rumble is a cat’s purr
until, summoned by lightning, it crosses

space and clouds collide, resonating
like heavy metal.

It’s a nursery rhyme: I hear thunder;
hark don’t you?

Thunder is an echo with no content
until clouds break and rain falls.

It’s the growl of a bass drum
before the pitter-patter percussion of raindrops.

Thunder is gunmetal grey.
It’s relief on a steaming summer’s day.

Kim M. Russell, 8^th July 2026

I so enjoyed Marilyn’s poem inspired by Denise’s Six Sentence Story Prompt that I thought I’d take a look and have a go. There is “no forced switch to another format in order to participate.” The prompt word, ‘thunder’ was given last Sunday, “to use in a story, next scene, soc or portion of poetry in exactly 6 sentences.” The rules are easy to follow: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.