I’m touched by how a young child describes <br />With incredible expression and vibes… <br />Driving with Matthew strapped in his car seat <br />He shared a story I would like to repeat <br /> <br />Big dark gray clouds were sweeping by <br />He began to tell that he was worried and why <br />The clouds are angry he observantly relayed <br />They were like the mean ones he saw yesterday. <br /> <br />Still vivid in his mind were images reminding <br />Of a raging storm with rain that was blinding <br />The storm was mad; it tried to knocked him down <br />The lightening electrocuted the sky all around <br /> <br />The thunder was so loud it made him want to cry… <br />The clouds you see today will pass and say goodbye <br />Look the street is dry and the sun will peek out soon <br />Don’t be afraid, let’s have lunch it’s almost noon <br /> <br />1/10/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angry-clouds/
