The storm (Nove otto)

Destruction from a storm

The sky was awoken tonight

Claps of thunder, flashes of light.

Gentle rain turning to a pour.

Animals run to find cover,

young child screams for her mother.

The ground can not take any more,

puddles are starting to be formed.

By daylight life will have been mourned,

The force of the storm at my door.

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

Good descriptions penned, I like this piece, words created describe nicely the effect of a storm.

Eric.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You capture not only the force of nature in this piece but also the awe and fear it creates. Well done!

[alice]

Thankyou very much