Poems about storms encapsulate the fierce forces of nature and the emotions they evoke. These verses artfully depict the turbulence of thunder, the relentless rain, and the gusts of wind that stir chaos in the world.
Poets use vivid imagery to illustrate the power of storms, evoking feelings of awe and respect for nature’s might. Beyond the literal portrayal, poems about storms often employ them metaphorically to symbolize personal struggles, internal turmoil, or life’s challenges.
Through their words, these poems may offer insights into finding strength amidst tumultuous times and embracing the cathartic release of weathering life’s storms.
‘Hailstones’ by Seamus Heaney is a thoughtful poem about memory and how one’s history can be seen reflected in the natural world.
My cheek was hit and hit:
sudden hailstones
pelted and bounced on the road.
‘Porphyria’s Lover,’ opens up with a classic setting of a stormy evening. It is a story of a deranged and lovesick man.
The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
‘The Storm-Wind’ by William Barnes contrasts peace and danger with images of home and a terrifying storm. The poem emphasizes how much easier it is to appreciate the safety of home when the conditions outside are so inhospitable.
When the swift-rolling brook, swollen deep,
Rushes on by the alders, full speed,
And the wild-blowing winds lowly sweep
O'er the quivering leaf and the weed,
And the willow tree writhes in each limb,
Over sedge-reeds that reel by the brim —
‘A drop fell on the apple tree’ by Emily Dickinson is filled with joy. It describes, with Dickinson’s classic skill, images of the summer season and how a storm can influence it.
A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
‘Storm Warnings’ by Adrienne Rich draws attention to the turbulence brewing, from the perspective of a worried resident.
This is our sole defense against the season;
These are the things we have learned to do
Who live in troubled regions.
‘Photograph: Ice Storm, 1971’ sees the poet looking at an old photograph and remembering both the good and the bad memories.
Why the rough edge of beauty? Why
the tired face of a woman, suffering,
made luminous by the camera’s eye?
‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ by Samuel Taylor Coleridge is a lyrical ballad narrated by an old sailor about a mysterious sea journey.
He holds him with his glittering eye—
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.
‘A Thunderstorm In Town’ by Thomas Hardy presents two contrasting scenes: the dry interior of a carriage and the havoc of a thunderstorm outside. But the powerful imagery and symbolism mainly illustrate a memory of lovelorn regret by the speaker.
She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
‘Storm Fear’ by Robert Frost is a memorable poem. In it, the speaker describes hiding inside his home, trying to protect his family from a storm.
When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts the snow
The lower chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
‘To Winter’ by William Blake depicts the horror that the coming winter season can bring along with its devastation. There is nothing one can do to stop it, the poet admits.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
‘A jag of lightning’ by Matsuo Bashō is a beautiful and interesting poem that describes lightning and a heron’s scream.
A jag of lightning--
Then, flitting toward the darkness,
A night heron's scream.
‘Night Shift’ by Edward Dyson is a poem that examines the harsh living conditions of Australian miners in the nineteenth century.
‘Hello! that's the whistle, be moving.
Wake up! don't lie muttering there.
What language! your style is improving -
It's pleasant to hear you at prayer.
‘The North Wind Doth Blow,’ also sometimes known as ‘The Robin,’ is a short English nursery rhyme that may date as far back as 16th century England.
The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
IN ‘Heaven-Haven: A Nun Takes the Veil’ the speaker yearns for a tranquil sanctuary, free from life’s storms, desiring a realm of eternal springs and serene beauty.
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
‘Elegy for the Native Guards’ sees the poet remembering a visit to Ship Island as she considers the Civil War dead.
We leave Gulfport at noon; gulls overhead
trailing the boat—streamers, noisy fanfare—
all the way to Ship Island. What we see
first is the fort, its roof of grass, a lee—