StormA Poem by Becca
A flash of light,
A crack of wood, Down comes a pole connected to power lines. Another flash, followed by a boom. Wind strikes high, Flying garbage and loud noises. A storm is approaching... fast. Flashes of lightening... and clashing of thunder. Houses shake, power goes out. This is a storm... with too much power. Trees go down, children cry. A tunnel of wind and water form, Taking everything in it's path. This storm has too much power. This storm has too much power.......
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Added on January 18, 2012 Last Updated on January 18, 2012 Previous Versions |

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