“Stormy Night in August”
By Ashley Kalar
Gray clouds rolling by
Wind whipping past
I just sit there
Watching it blow the grass
Leaves rustling in the wind
Listen to that thunder rumble
Watch the trash go by
Wind making it tumble
Look at the thin white mist
Falling to the ground
The winds whistling through the leaves
Making them turn around
Watch the ground begin to flood
Rain on the roof going ping, ping, ping
Pouring on the torn up fields
Making a huge mud ring
Then comes the calm
At the end of the storm
Every thing is normal
Back to the norm
2007-11-02
09:15:25
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