The Storm

Hear the thunder rumble, a sound from miles away
Is it getting nearer, or over for today
A flash of blinding light, electric in the skies
Looking out the window, it really hurts my eyes
After comes the rumble, the clash of cloud on cloud
Feel the floor vibrating, that one was really loud
Still more lightning flashes, it hit's the old oak tree
Lightning in the garden, now that's too close for me

The Storm By Dean Thorpe.

* photos via pinterest

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