The storm
The clouds start to form,
As the day turns to afternoon.
The wind begins to blow,
As though it's singing a tune.
The smell of rain,
Begins to linger in the air.
The sky turns black,
Sending a message to scare.
With the clouds grown darker,
Lightning begins to flash.
The rumble of the thunder,
Echo's like the sounds of a crash.
The rain begins to fall,
Just a little at first.
Then another flash of lightning,
Making everything worse.
People staying inside,
Looking out their windows and doors.
Watching the clouds move,
As it now downpours.
The drops of rain,
Fall to the ground,
With the mist,
Dancing all around.
Another strike of lightning,
Followed by a big boom.
All are hoping the storm,
Will end sometime soon.
You can tell if the storm,
Is just about done.
When you see the flash,
Begin to count with the number one.
Keep counting until you hear,
The thunder begin to roar.
When another flash comes,
Begin to count once more.
If the number gets smaller,
The storm is coming to stay.
If the number gets larger,
The storm is moving away.
Copyright 2000 Michelle Crain
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