Storms Poem by Toine Sheppard

Storms



Lighting
is like
The sticky hands of a three year old
Touching everything in sight
Thunder
is like
a horrible stomachach
The louder it roars
The worse you feel
Storms
are like
Grandmothers or small childern
Kind but mean
They can die at anytime.

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