The Storm - Poem by B.J. Ayers
The heavens darken; the clouds are filled,
A rumble far away, with a thunderous roar,
A single light splits, as it flees to the earth,
A storms approaching, with a fear instilled
The limbs on the trees, sway back and forth,
Signs shake and shiver, as the winds mighty force,
Displays its strength, to all creatures who fear,
A storms approaching, it is coming from the north.
Power and intensity, of magnificent clouds,
A rupture is waiting, as it sends forth a roar,
To dropp its tears, on the earth below.
A Storms approaching like a darkened shroud.
Run, find shelter, all creatures below,
The heavens are angry, they send out a cry,
As lightening flashes, then streaks to the ground,
A storms approaching, and the water will flow.
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