"Life is like drawing on a piece of paper. Without an eraser."

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

A Storm Rolling in

Dark clouds gather
over the horizon
drifting closer
and closer
towards you

You hear thunder
booming faintly
after the bright streaks
of lightning
illuminate the sky

A light rain
starts to fall
pitter-pattering
on trees
and rooftops

Then the storm hits
so loud it shakes
the ground
flooding the streets
blowing over trees

The storm finally passes
leaving everything dripping
A rainbow appears
bright and colorful
before fading away

1 comment:

  1. I really like the image that this poem painted in my mind, it was very cool to put it in 2nd person. Good Job!

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