All day the air had been so warm and still,
dry as the desert sands, that was until
a worn out old sun that had shone at his best
put on his night cap and sank in the west,
Once twilight had faded, clouds started to form,
then came the start of a fierce summer storm!
Whoosh! the winds, whistling and whipping the trees,
bending the old oaks and elms with great ease,
and through the windows, sharp flashes of light,
piercing the black of the midsummer night,
Crack! as great thunderclaps rolled overhead,
making us shiver and shake in our bed!,
the rain makes it's entrance, oh, what a beat!,
so heavy, so loud, like a thousand clogged feet!
on rooftops, on gravel, on everyone's lawn!,
just as quick as it started, all was over by dawn.
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