Storm Poem by Nicole Seekings

Storm



Rushing, burning winds
Scattered, hurried people.
Shelter,
The only safety.
Big black clouds
Rush to form a funnel,
The eye is so quiet
The rest, is horror.

Monday, July 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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