The Unknown, Elena L. [classic books for 7th graders TXT] 📗

Storm

the skies, a dark and morbid purple shade
a rumble deep in the clouds, they make their way
still, with the parade, I am seated, unafraid
my tears, like the rain, are unpredictable and grey
but the wind, a thief, decides to steal them away

A crack, similar to a whip, voltage disrupts my window
Calm as silence, I follow complaisantly, but I can already tell
the delicate glass shattered, truly humbled to this show
a crimson color, oblivious to me, devours it like a cell

the storm intensifies, growls, demanding a chance
to surrender, to allow him this dreadful plight
rain sets in, whilst white clouds quiver and dance
these tears, escape me even as I hold them in, with all my might


Wind, lightning, thunder
Early morning summer storm
Cracking loudly into the dawn
Traveling swiftly through

Gusts, hail, pounding rain
Greet the daylight's coming
Silencing nature's awakening chatter
Beckoning timid limbs to dance

Softer, louder, softer
The swish of passing traffic
Ignoring nature's might and fury
Rushing on invincibly

Rumble, drizzle, calm
Early morning summer storm
Pushing east, clouds in turmoil
Leaving, in its wake, sweet freshness


A spring storm, the dark clouds move in.

The sky turns black and the large rain droplets begin to fall.

Lightning streaks the sky and the thunder booms overhead.

The wind rustles through the tree leaves.

As the storm progresses, the rain drops turn to pea size hail.

The wind becomes vilent and strong.

Then as quickly as it started, the storm stops.

And the world around me is calm once again

Publication Date: 04-24-2010

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