Thunderstorm
Noise and racket that is sounding,
Wind is howling in the night,
Scaring children into a fright.
Icy cold slicing through the air,
Pelting in uncovered hair.
Dreams are creeping through your head,
Of demons and evil of death and dread.
Water is running down the drain,
Due to all this heavy rain.
Created by: Jenna K
Last Updated: May 7 2002
Copyright © 2002 Jenna K
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