Storms

Storms

Storms arising high up in the sky
Dark clouds pass on bye
Lightning strikes the ground below
As the rain hits and the waters start to grow.
People scurry across the land, as this storm is at hand.
The waters flood the banks and creeks
now these people will have to retreat.
Floods bring damage, and most homes
lost, this storm is at a dreary cost.
Storms bring havoc and damaging winds
those lives are changed and the storm wins.

This poem is about: 
My country

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