Thunder and Wild Fires
Thunder
A crisp gasp in the air.
A natural disaster.
Gates rattling,
glasses clinging a sign, deviously.
Windows shaking, as the shock lies beneath.
Wild fires start.
Distruction goes down Ash Lane with all its might.
Spreading rapidly, smoke above the horizon, and life struck trees.
A fire breathing dragon.
Everyone evacuating, leaving valuables behind.
People endangered trees vanished in seconds to ash,
and then rise and float above the horizon.
People lungs hurt in pain,
from the wild fires terrain.
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