Rachael J. Davis
Bio
Writing is to share experiences within my own life. I use Vocal to promote my own lyrics and poetry more than anything else. Thank you for reading these simple poems and lyrics. https://lnk.bio/allisnotgold04
Stories (32/0)
Furfriend Furever
I had only recently moved to Tennessee. I was struggling as a teacher, a person, and a human. I had great doubts and was weighed down by my desire to do great things. I found myself constantly at war with some form of societal blindness or decadence. Down here, dogs are commonly left forgotten or abandoned. At first, I tried looking through adoption sites. Many of them offered adorable dogs but were either too far away or too expensive. I had just moved! I could not afford $5,000 for a dog. I wanted to so spend every cent I had to recuse those sweet caring eyes. Some were scams and demanded the money up front without scheduling a visit or get to know you phase.
By Rachael J. Davis3 years ago in Petlife
Thunderstruck
Darkening skies and howling winds make the day grow like night. Here in the hour when the storm arises, the fear follows quickly. The time when you think you're safest, you suddenly realize that mother nature can take your world and turn it upside down in the moment. The pounding of torrential rains, the yelling of the winds from the plains, the shouting of the thunder and the clapping of the lightning all hide and mask the hidden terror. A small whirling mass that starts in the clouds, it spirals slowly. At first, no one notices because all the other weather drowns out the progress of this monster in hiding. As true night settles on the land, it grows its courage and begins to lower its form to the ground. Spinning voraciously like a hungry lion on the prowl for a good kill. It tears through the lands, it rips up the wires, it eats away at the rooves of bystanders. Then suddenly, as if satisfied is disappears into the night, leaving in it's wake a destruction fit for the king of lions. A rampaging, blistering thunderstorm hid the monster. The clouds provided all the cover that was needed to keep it secret and safe. The drowning downpour kept the earth ready for destruction. The howling winds gave it the power. The lightning revealed it only to those watching the sky carefully. The night betrayed them. The darkness allowed it to evade and keep at bay the revelation that a tornado was there. It was all to late when the folks awoke, seeing their homes destroyed. The monster did his deed and fled the scene. Now, they stare all thunderstruck.
By Rachael J. Davis3 years ago in Poets