Thunderstorm
the rain starts falling,
the thunder grows loud.
Moistening everything at first touch,
just one black cloud.
Now the lightning starts,
Striking everything in it's path.
People try to avoid it,
but you have to be fast.
I try to lighten up the clouds,
bring out a glimmer of sun.
but then I get struck,
and that's no fun.
So the next time my friend gets dumped,
everyone be warned,
to watch out when you hear the rumble
of the deadly thunder storm.
Copyright © Sommer Nichols | Year Posted 2011
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