Saturday's Storm Poem by Albert Ahearn

The angry sky vented its ire
on the unostentatious town:
The lightning discharged, set afire
The atmosphere and rain came down
In torrents while claps of thunder
Frightened the faint of heart below
Due to this tempest spellbinder.
The streets became small streams that flowed
Swiftly by the sidewalk sewers
that were unable to swallow
The prodigious volume incurred
While the children watched through windows
Hoping this rainy Saturday
Cease so they can go out and play.