The Thunderstorm
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The Thunderstorm
The angry sky stained dark each cloud,
as somber streaks of lightning flashed.
The shake of thunder then avowed
their storm makes entrance unabashed.
Then somber colors deeper grew
as clouds swirled rapidly on high.
Behind black billows, formed the brew
for rains to drain the swollen sky.
More thunder shook the atmosphere;
like angry god its statement made.
And lightning followed to adhere;
support for raging beast portrayed.
How powerful the thunderstorm
that rocks the earth and lights the skies;
beyond control, in mystic form,
a battle staged before our eyes.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: No. 175
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/09/2018
~5th Place~
Contest: Describe a Thunder Storm Without the Sense of Sound
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Judged: 03/03/2018
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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