Boom! You can hear the thunder,
Flash! You can see the lightning.
Clouds being torn asunder,
To little children, so frightening.
Booming noise,
Flashing light,
Girls and boys
Filled with fright.
Pitter, patter, falls the rain,
Quiet silence fills the room,
Waiting for thunder to strike again,
Waiting for the thunderous boom.
Drip, drop,
Comes the rain,
Plip, plop,
On the window pane.
Scratch! Branches clash against the windows,
Swoosh! The wind goes rushing by
Carrying secrets only the wind knows,
Sounding like a mighty sigh.
Sighing, crying
The wind goes on,
Screaming and singing
A discordant song.
Such is the form
Of the Thunder Storm.
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