Thunderstorm - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing

Morose clumps of oily-cloud slicked the sky in oppressive growl. Thunder cared not for meekness. Lightning cared not for calm. And, the rain! Oh, the rain! It fell as icy arrows to marrow and soul. Strike! Strike! On and on it slew. Never a pause. Never a respite. Never a gap for sun-rays to thread through. Wind thought not to lessen. Ground thought not to smooth afoot. No! No! On and on it slew as if to let up was to lose.

Black clouds cracked to birth a water-forest, a million trucks insta-grown as the finest of coppice-twigs. The echoes of gunshot-thunder, the electric forks, muted to an other-worldly serenade. Through them I wandered as a ghost, immune to the mundane rules of matter and yet feeling every snap of winter's fangs.

The thunderstorm was as a molten silver sky, quenching the earth she cocooned in black.

The thunderstorm bequeathed a percussion of rain upon the rooftop.

Upon the top of every thunderstorm is either the light of the sun or stars, and so I let my daydreams rise there in such times.

How else can the flashes of light appear so bright but in the twilight of a thunderstorm?

The thunderstorm came as if an eternal question, to ask if any had gratitude for the calm?

From the window I watched the oak stand firm in every thunderstorm.

After a thunderstorm the day was always that much brighter and refreshed.

If there were cobwebs in my heart and soul before the thunderstorm, it is safe to say that I was all clear by the time the blue sky and sun returned.