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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