Storm In A Teacup? - Poem by Dawn Ferrett
Dull, wet and boring!
Drenching my clothes. What a pain!
This must be a freak
'Cos only last week
The sun was so hot, we were melting!
Shoppers with trolleys
Battling with brollies
Soaked to the skin, wetly gleaming.
A white streak of power
Strikes through the shower
Just when I thought it was brightening!
A great clap of thunder,
Like the sky's split asunder
And the whole world's starting to crumble!
Has battled the storm
To make the world warm.
The clouds have all gone and He's won!
Now I'm higher -
In my favourite armchair
I won't, I declare,
Ever stir from in front of the fire!
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