I can hear the rain
crying down my window panes,
telling me its story
before it hits the ground,
I can hear the thunder
booming in the sky,
showing me its anger
in its majestic,violent,beautiful way.
The rain falls faster,faster,faster
The thunder becomes louder,louder,louder
It's deafening me,
Sending chills down my spine,
I can see the wind dancing with the leaves
dancing to the rythm of the rain
and the beat of the thunder.
And just when you think
Its stopped.
You see a flash.
The thunder lets out a crack,
Making you jump from your seat.
When its all calmed down,
you can hear the trickling
of the rain,
Singing the end to it's song.
A contest entry
- Writer's block by glazecovered.
700 points, ended July 21, 42 entries
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Comments
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Amazing!
I love this poem, my favourite part was this; I can hear the rain
crying down my window panes,telling me its story
before it hits the ground. I absolutely love this.
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it's->its
rythme->rhythm
This tells a great story of a thunderstorm. -
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thankyou
for the corrections.
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