Eve Anderson Poet Blank verse

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

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