September Storm
The first of September
harvest in full swing
then came a nasty storm
dark and menacing it whirled
bending and shaking trees
thunder rolled
lightning strikes
sheet lightning lit up the sky
it grew darker and yellowish
wind howled forcibly
then came the hail
banging like a drum
striking everything
after the fierce storm
the streets were white
like it was new fallen snow
on the first of September.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2021
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