Storm
Pitter-patter on my window
Rhythm flying in my face-
Dance is going, in slow motion,
Leaving me feeling amazed.
Orchestra above me plays
Allowing notes to sink below-
Thunder rumbles, lightning crackles,
Caught up in their musical.
The sweeping winds sing their tune
To the beat of falling raindrops-
Birds join in, and soon defend,
Their titles for prettiest songs.
Howling dogs and screeching cats add soul
To the jazzy compilation just formed-
Rustling leaves, like tambourines,
Add even more spirit to the storm.
Copyright © Tiffany Cochran | Year Posted 2005
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