Storms are beautiful you see, <br />The big black clouds, <br />The angry sea, <br />raging from the sky, to me. <br />A purple light flashes, <br />It reflects in my eyes, <br />But I twirl in the rain, <br />Who CARES if I’m not dry? <br />The thunder crashes, <br />the ground trembles with power. <br />I stand in awe, <br />Being drenched by the shower <br />When the dim green light <br />begins to fade, <br />the storm packs up, <br />and it rolls away. <br />It rumbles across the, <br />United States, <br />causing awed poets, <br />to stare, to wait. <br />When it reaches eastern skies, <br />I feel sure there will be, <br />Somone composing in the storm, <br />Just like me. <br /> <br /> <br />for storm writers<br /><br />>Starr Williams
