There has been a thunderstorm
Heaven's anger's taken a thunderous form
The sky's been painted an inky black
And trees being shaken with thunderous cracks
The power of chaos grows every second
And every flimsy structure's being threatened
People desperate to find some shelter
All running around helter-skelter
Droplets hit with immense force and sound
Lightning strikes once prosperous grounds
Raging winds wreck feeble structures
Exposing all their hidden fractures
But the resilient endure the rumbling ground
As hours passed, the storm slowly unwound
People looked outside, changed since it begun
Elated to find a shining sun
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Well, there was a huge thunderstorm in my area today, and that's where the inspiration for this poem has come from. And as I wrote it, it evolved into a metaphor for life and it's bad phases. I don't have much to say, but I think it has come out well, what do you think?
P.S. Please vote and comment!
With love,
Loonazure
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