THE STORM
Thunder Clashes
Lightening Flashes
Rain Splashes
As the storm rolls in
The loud thunder sound
The lightening touches down
The rain hits the ground
As the storm grows wild
The thunder wakes the night
The lightening so wild and bright
The rain no longer lite
As the storms is in full
The thunder no longer grim
The lightening now growing dim
The rain is getting slim
As the storm rolls on
Now the storm is done
I can almost see the sun
Boy wasn't that fun
And the storm has moved on
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