It gets dark
Then you see a spark
You hear a rumble
Which makes the house tumble
The rain comes down
With a pitter patter sound
You hear the wind
Which may not make us grin
It cools off
With all the cost
The first thunderstorm
Came blowing like a horn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem! :) Well done: P