Storm

Mon, 09/11/2017 - 20:03 -- navy109

The clouds start moving in,

obscuring the midday sky.

They layer upon one another,

blocking out all available sunshine.

 

The wind picks up,

rushing through the trees.

It blows through the humid air,

cooling down the once warm day.

 

Thunder rumbles from a distance,

and drops of rain begin to fall,

painting spots on the roads.

The rainfall quickly escalates,

soaking everything in an instant.

 

Lightning illuminates the sky,

followed by another crack of thunder.

The show goes on

for some time I can't determine.

 

When I peek my head out the window,

after the storm settles down,

I see something beautiful in the sky.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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