Thunderstorms Quotes

“Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.”
― Friedrich Schiller

“The weather is nature's disruptor of human plans and busybodies. Of all the things on earth, nature's disruption is what we know we can depend on, as it is essentially uncontrolled by men.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms...the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars...”
― Brandi L. Bates, Soledad

“Myself I love a thunderstorm better than anything. Sometimes I will run to the top of the hill to whirl around and around on my Indian Rock in the wind, it is like a dance I can not stop. The smell of the lightning goes into your nose and down your whole body. Old Bess says if you get hit by lightning yet live you will have special powers, well I could use some of those. So I don't care if I get hit or not.”
― Lee Smith, On Agate Hill

“The sea stood up before him, foaming, torn by lightning bolts, opening terrifying mouths that gobbled up the dense, hard black rains unleashed by the sky like hate.”
― Jean-François Beauchemin

“When thunderstorms roll in, you make a choice to either succumb with tears to the gloomy downpour, or smile and look for rainbows.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“When it rains, God sits on his throne and listens to his favorite music — the sound of thunder.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“The dark clouds and the silver linings Iridescence of the shallow evenings

Show them
They are beautiful.
Just a little effort
And astonishing
Are the thunders.”
― Twinkle Sharma

“Now come the floods. They charge down atavistic canyons drinking furiously out of thunderstorms, coming one after the next with vomited boulders and trees pounding from one side of a canyon to the other, sometimes no more than hours apart. Sometimes a hundred years apart. Sometimes a thousand. The floods always come.”
― Craig Childs, The Secret Knowledge of Water

“My heart has always beat thunderstorms instead of blood.”
― Gabriel Gadfly

“To quiet the storms in your life, say a word of prayer.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Oneironaut’s Diary

“I have lost my voice to the thunders roaring inside me! I have lost to them my everything!”
― Twinkle Sharma

“There is a silence in storm and storm in silence.”
― Twinkle Sharma

“The thunderstorms of myriad dreams drench me on moonless nights.”
― Avijeet Das

“The island of Hawaii appears to be developing a Florida climate: Hot and humid with thunderstorms.”
― Steven Magee

“Hawaii’s climate has changed in just twenty years! It is hotter, more humid and has more thunderstorms.”
― Steven Magee

“Now Hawaii’s climate is turning into a Florida climate, snakes will be in its future!”
― Steven Magee

“The Taranis Cèilidh by Stewart Stafford

Lightning's jagged spear,
Burning the horizon bright,
Silhouetting empty tables,
No picnics by the waterside.

Waves sloshed against jetties,
A displaced bath on all sides,
Flailing tree chorus genuflected,
To the foaming vat beside them.

The roar of the gale rose and fell,
Tempest's tongue agitated potently,
Leaves surrendered in droves to it,
Sleep deepened in the storm's fury.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The sky belched. The thunder of one more belch cracked the dark morning and the air became clogged with the twisting speed of the rain that beat the streets in a unified tempo of a thousand small drums. Skinny walked slowly, slowly in the gutter. All of him, all of his possessions stuck out. One more clap of thunder stuttered insanely and Skinny scoffed at the scattering people and the mad hunt for shelter. Some huddled in doorways and some huddled under awnings and some made reluctant purchases for the franchise of being legitimate fugitives from the prison of the rain. Skinny and his big wet head was a flawless model for a tragic cartoon as the people fled from the streets and he just wandered in the gutter where the rain spilled over him and sucked his body.”
― Alan Kapelner, Lonely Boy Blues

“Instead, he described the way the sun set in the valley of Apan: first rich golden, deepening to amber, and then, with a swift, sure strike, night overtook the sun like the extinguishing of a candle. The darkness in the valley was so deep it was almost blue, and when thunderstorms slinked over steep hills into the valley, lightning spilled like mercury across fields of maguey, silvering the plants' sharp tips like the peaked helmets of conquistadors.”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

“Upon A Stormy Night by Stewart Stafford

Lay that downy head beneath a roof,
Lest the lightning sear those temples,
As the lamb hears the hewing blade,
We sense when the last hour arrives.

Testing thunder of the scolding deities,
A gallows silence rings in every dimple.
Rain, sobbing, weeping for humankind,
with no potent hand to dry damp eyes.

The upturned night's rage passes on,
Sprightly dawn cracks a guardian eye,
Cowed people check the gashed skies,
Grins, not marked by a storm's blemish.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford