The Storm

 

Flashes of light,

Crash in the night,

Dance through the sky,

Booms as it dies.

 

Drops of water,

Fall and splatter,

Wet, cool, and shy,

Pour down the sky.

 

Cold frozen flakes,

Patterns they make,

Pile up and store,

The furry of the storm.

 

Wind whips the air,

And slices and tears,

Whistles and blares

Nature’s beware 

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