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I love summer thunderstorms.
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ExpandI encroach upon the birght blue sky bringing a different color
I leave all fearful from the biggest man to the smallest crawler.
Some men can predict me coming
But I still always have them running
In my wake the sky turns gray.
I see the sky go dark in a colorless flash
To our burrows we made a mad dash
The kits all are shaking with fear
As the growling monster comes near
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On this day the sky turns gray.
Mommy says not to worry it's just the angels bowling
But while I'm down in my bed I see the clouds come rolling
I hug my kitty nice and tight
And hope to get through this stormy night
As I lay the sky goes gray.
I sit down to write in the warm summer heat
But as I do a roaring my ears meet
It brings to me an inspiration so new
So I wrote this poem while the wind blew
So on this day the sky turns gray.
Poetry
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Thunderstorms
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