Thunder Alley
God's rolling bowling alley . . . . . .
Rumble, rumble, rumble - CRACK!
Stampeding horses hooves - dust storm's chorus
Then back and forth rolls into white tornado
Twisting warm and cold, hard hail rains down
To the ground and lifts a truck to the roof
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rumble, crack, BOOM!
Sweeps like a big broom and dust is everywhere.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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