Storm Poem by Tyra Falconwing

Storm



The thunder booms all around,
It only moves at the speed of sound.

Before the thunder comes the rain,
We watch it all drain away.

Slowly but surely the day will come,
When we all want to see the sun.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: storm
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