Storm.
Location
33461
United States
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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