Thunder
I will roar,
I am not a bore.
My loud sound may put you on the floor,
or hiding behind a door.
They tell children I am angels bowling,
no I am thunder rolling.
The rain and I like to go growling,
while the sun and I like to go strolling.
What ever you hear,
please do not be afraid my dear.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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