There was a storm warning for Southern Nevada yesterday. It did not rain in the section of Las Vegas I live in last night. That was a disappointment; I enjoy watching thunderstorms because they remind me of my childhood. They also give me good ideas for poems and stories. I have not written a thunderstorm poem or story in a while.
I do not need to watch a thunderstorm to write a poem or story about one. I have plenty of memories from my childhood that I could use. However, sitting in my living room or on the patio and writing about a storm while it is occurring is different from writing about one from memory. Memory colors the events surrounding the storm. When you write about a storm that is taking place around you feel the threat and the emotions first hand.
Yesterday clouds gathered, but it did not rain in my area. I noticed the humidity and I had a little bit of heat rash, but there was not rain. Rather like a spring day in Oklahoma, except that there were clouds. I remember humidity in Oklahoma without clouds. At least in Las Vegas when there is humidity, there are clouds. Actually, hat sounds like a good idea for a poem, which will probably end up being another bitter love poem.
Most of my love poem, unless they are mystic love poems, turns out bitter. Maybe that is why I do not write love stories, because they would turn out bitter. I do put love interest in some of my short stories, but those usually turn out bitter. Perhaps bitter is not the right word here, in the short story I submitted to Short Shots the official
writing.com contest, the love interest turn out to be a traitor.
Labels: short story, storm, thunder storm, Writing
