First Thunderstorm
It gets dark
Then you see a spark
You hear a rumble
Which makes the house tumble
The rain comes down
With a pitter patter sound
You hear the wind
Which may not make us grin
It cools off
With all the cost
The first thunderstorm
Came blowing like a horn
Copyright © Eve Peterson | Year Posted 2010
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