Storm

Some days before I write this, there occurred a storm. At that time this poem came to my mind.

When the sky is full of cloud and light,
Thunders and lightning show their might;
The storm starts to blow,
The wind is not slow;
The water starts to fall down,
To see the city drown.

The earth becomes unclear
And the pedestrians tremble in fear,
That something of them could be lost;
They can have a cold
Or something very bold
As the wind and water is frost.

Author's Note

If I make any mistake, please say me.

Reviews

[Skye]

I love storms, sometimes the beauty and magnificence of them is overlooked.