poetry
Beauty of a storm
The clouds swell with angar. The sky cry's, pooring out tears of rain. And it falls fast and hard pounding on roof tops,it elegently dances on the tin tops of houses making its own beat to dance to. The darkness claps thunder like an old beaten drumb rumbling and pounding against the night sky. Lightning thumps the ground and with every light it shines so bright it becomes blinding. The wind howls as it rips and roars threw the valley and mountains.The air becomes chowecked with the thick fog as it wraps the whole land in a tight blanket. the dark sky becomes clear and the rain slowly comes to a stop. only now dose it begin to settle down, i love the beauty of a storm.
