Storm Poem by Jennifer Dott

Rain falls ever so softly,
The sky is a warm grey,
Thunder rolls in the distance,
Bright light strikes the ground,
A wind now arises,
The trees sway to and fro,
The clouds move faster,
Which are now a dark grey,
Sun is no where to be seen,
The rain falls in fury,
It pounds with mighty force,
As if it could cut through the leaves,
The sky getting darker and darker,
The storm rising with anger,
Then, silence;
The storm has passed,
The sun comes out,
The raging storm gone,
And the sky is clear,
But destruction is left.