Heat Storm

by Joyce Compton Brown


When the thunder
cracked above
and God poured water
upon the earth
in angry rattling sheets
like shrieking foil
my mother made us
lie down very quiet
pay due deference
to that Force
we called Father
humbled by
His power
to rebuke
as well as sing

JOYCE COMPTON BROWN grew up in a Southern agrarian community in North Carolina. After teaching literature and writing at Gardner-Webb University, she is devoting more time to her interests in poetry, folk culture, and painting.  Her chapbooks are Bequest (Finishing Line Press, 2018) and Singing with Jarred Edges (Main Street Rag, 2018).

Photo: “Thunder” by rom@anski photo

1 thought on “Heat Storm”

  1. Love this. My grandmother was afraid of thunder and lightning, and she would have all of her children come and huddle together during the storms.

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