The Storm



Tonight I hear the thunder roaring loud.

The lightning cracks above my head so proud.

The rain it splashes cold and bitter now.

I should have payed attention to the cow.

It warned me that this storm was coming soon.

Now I am and stuck in this, a great typhoon.

Perhaps this rain is not so cold at all. 

And maybe thunder isn’t just a shawl,

That hides a dark and frightful monster bad.

From this, a moment clear, I am unclad. 


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