ThunderstormA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
Rumbling noise
filtered by rain Stains or drops wash away dust Must I now trudge through this mess? Best to stay home And let the thunder Fill me with awe and wonder There’s another bang Gangs of gray clouds are meeting For a finale of a brawl The fat lady sings ~ Her trio of tremolos Scares the earth into hiding Riding on the horizon Is a snippet of sunlight Signaling the end Of this tormenting sky fight.
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4 Reviews Added on March 16, 2018 Last Updated on March 16, 2018 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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