My Poetry
The Storm
I looked for once with open eyes
and saw the sun up in the skies,
The rain flowed freely to the ground
the air was still there was no sound,
Then like a shot from firing gun
  the thunder struck and shot the sun,
the sky went dark more clouds arrived
to shield the sun which still survived,
but lightning came and lit the skies
and blinded all onlooking eyes,
a shadow seen of a dying sun
the thunder struck once more and won.
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