Storm
Dark Clouds
Cover the night sky.
Winds blow in tremendous gusts
Ripping newborn plants
Out of the ground.
The fence is blown
Across the grass.
I lay in my bed
Looking out the window.
Thump!
Thump!
The rain hits the roof
When will this dreadful storm end?
That's the best poem that I've ever made. It's a poem about an event that happened
in my life when I was a four year old.
And now back to home
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