Storm.

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When I was little,

my dad told me

that thunder

was God snoring.

How could this be?

If rain was Him crying

and lightning was 

His sneezing?

Now, my dad tells me

to grow up and act my age.

I'm sorry,

but I thought 

you were the one 

treating me like 

a child.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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