The Storm, by Eva V.

A Poem By Anonymous // 7/19/2003

A cloud creeps across the sun
the trees rustle
a deer busy grazing pauses
and smells
the birds stop singing
all is quiet
listen
all is still
but wait...
faintly
very distant
rumble
thunder
the deer runs for shelter
the birds perch
the wind blows
faster now
drip
rumble
drip
one by one
the frogs begin their chorus
the rain begins to pour
lightening strikes
thunder rumbles
the wind blows

the storm has come

the dry earth rejoices
the trees sway
al the noise blends
into a tapestry of song
celebrating life.

age = 13-16

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