Thistle Wargul

Storm - Poem by Thistle Wargul

Angry daggers, fall from the sky.
To the sun, we say goodbye.
From all creatures, waves of fear spread as pain.
The ground is covered in angry rain.

The stormy clouds never sleep,
Moving on and frightening sheep.
Bright blue skies are turned to black,
The darkened air fit to crack.

Lightening flashing as if in song,
The next minute the thunder is gone.
Sunlight breaking through the clouds,
Like an angel from heaven’s heart.

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  • Marilyn Lott (11/11/2007 7:30:00 AM)

    A very nice weather poem. I love to
    write about Mother nature and all her
    different themes.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011

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