The Storm Poem by Cindy Howard

The Storm



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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