A warm air blows through the hills
Calm and peaceful the weather seems
But this fools no one
A storm is near.
First the clouds come in
Then the rain starts to fall
Then a soft pitter patter
Turns to a monstrous squall.
A tempest is raging
A blustering wrath
But then comes the lighting
And the thunder follows that.
Blinding flashes
Tear through the sky
Deafening bangs
Roar through the air
And all of a sudden
As fast as it started
The rain falls away
And calm is restored.
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Poems of the world
PoetryA collection of poetry prices on thoughts, feelings, and nature.
