Let the sound of the trembling thunder scare away the nightmares, let the flashes of lightning burn these horrid images from my eyes, and let the rain wash away all my troubles until there’s nothing left but your storm and the lingering, peaceful scent of petrichor you leave behind.

Β© Sarah Doughty

For the ‘Support Insta Writers’ August Prompts
(based on books written by authors in the IG community)
hosted by Tracy and Journee.

This Beautiful Curse by @kris_johnston_author


55 thoughts on “Nightmares”

  1. Once my mother woke me and my brother up to watch an electrical storm. Lightning and thunder and rain blown sideways. She made us cocoa and wrapped us in a quilt she had knitted (it was the Sixties). It must have been over 45 years ago, but your blog brought it all back. Thank you.

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  2. Reblogged this on M. Matheson and commented:
    I Love this dark poem, and I learned a new word.
    a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
    “other than the petrichor emanating from the rapidly drying grass, there was not a trace of evidence that it had rained at all”

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  3. “petrichor” – I like that. Reminds me of growing up at the far northern end of the Great Plains after a very noisy, very flashy, often with little rain… passing summer storm. Just enough wetness so kids could go out sliding in the gumbo barefoot. Simple pleasures so important at the time, so missed now surrounded by the concrete jungle.

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