Wet Clouds Poem by Clint Jones
Wet Clouds
As the clouds begin to rise, a bolt of lightning fills the sky, the wind picks up and begins to whistle, thunder grumbles during the day, this thunder storm is here to stay, the rain pours from the sky as your children start to cry, the lights go dark and power poles begin to spark, it keeps a raging through the night, desperately needed to water the earth, no money can buy its worth.
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