By: Grayson Loffman
A loud crack like the sound of a whip;
Fear strikes and takes a firm grip.
The sky is torn by a quick bright flash,
The thunder rolls with another lash.
The tears of the sky come pouring down
The tears of the skies splash against the ground.
The clouds call out in a firm deep rumble,
It sound as though the earth may crumble.
The raging storm settles and the rumbling stops,
I can no longer feel the little rain drops.
The sky is torn, just one more time;
This is when the sun will shine.
The beams come through clearing the storm,
The skies turn blue as the day begins to warm.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryOriginal poems composed by Grayson Loffman and Jane Apricity.
