I sometimes wonder,
about the thunder
Does it mean the sky is mad?
Or maybe just a little sad?
The thunder always comes and goes,
with the storm, it has no foes.
The thunder is the loudest,
But I bet the storm's the proudest.
The storm's child rings in my ear,
For when I was young he was my fear.
But now I see, with much glee,
The thunder is a friend of thee.
Sometimes I wonder,
about the thunder.
The storm's little child,
thunder rolls, free and wild.
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Thunder - an original poem by I_readpastmybedtime_
PoetryHello people! I made this poem about THUNDER!! Hope you like it! If you have any topics that you think would make a good poem please tell! Also tell me if I could fix anything in this poem! :)
