Tempest

Listening to the wind sing,
I watch clouds form a ring,
A storm begins to brew,
as the sky becomes anew. 
Thunder rolls in,
demanding to be heard,
the storm starts to begin. 
Everything becomes unfettered. 
The world spins into turmoil,
as rain starts to pelt the soil.

Writer1326

VT

16 years old

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