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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Thomas's Poem

Storm



With a gust of wind
the gate smashes open
the lights flicker
on, and off
while the rain
smacks down
on the roof above.
Water drips
Off the roof
forming large puddles
like
a small river
flowing
to a large ocean.

You walk outside
and the chilly breeze
stings your body.
The rustling
of bushes
pierces your ears.

The barking of dogs
a faint distraction
from
the hammering of rain
and

the crack of lightning.

By Thomas P.A

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