Clouds
Small, fluffy feathers
Fallen from the pillow
Of the gods and angels above
Rain
Tears of sadness
Falling from a cloud
That cries at a death
Twisters
Swirling vortexes of beauty
Not doom for
It doesn't mean to hurt anyone
Hurricanes
Sweeping through villages
Tearing them apart
With the eye of a tiger
Fog
A white darkness
Surrounding you
Then vanishing
As mysteriously as it came
Lightning
Flashing electricity
Sending a spark
For this reall kiss
Then thunder
Making the moment
Better than it is
(P.S. I wrote about this because I want to be a storm chaser when I'm older. Or a poet. Or a photographer. Or an Olympic gold runner. Those would all be really cool... But I'll just keep dreaming til they happen!)
(Fall 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
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