The Passing Storm Poem by chris spurrell

The day begins full of peace but there's a storm brewing in the east
Clouds that were white now turn to grey it going to be a stormy day
Way up high in turbulent skies dark black clouds now float by
Silver patterns light up the sky as lightining flashes all around
And lighting up everything thats all around
Thunder now comes rolling in carried by the strong winds
Filling the air with an awesome sound that frightens children on the ground
A dark black cloud now bursts sending heavy rain upon the earth
Soaking all those outside who are trying to find somewhere to hide
But look the sun is peeping through it is a sign
That the storm is passing by.