The Thunderstorm
As the storm soars in
with its ominous blend,
it swirls clouds of rubbish
with a surging gale wind.
Bolts of lightning
dance in the sky,
as the darkness of the mass
slowly passes by.
A forced mass of rain
suddenly begins pouring,
swaying with the wind,
with thunder claps roaring.
Streaks of lightning
stretch to the ground,
as the vicious sky rumbles
with an echoing sound.
The surging shower
became a downpour of hail,
bouncing off the ground
as hard as it fell.
In just seconds, it stops,
and calmness fills the air.
The sound of silence
is heard everywhere.
The sky grows lighter
as the storm soars away,
then glaring rays of sunlight
once again brightens the day.
Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America
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