A mighty crash, a streak of light
There will be no sleep for me this night
While lying in my bed so warm
I am wakened by a summer storm
The lightning flashes split the night
And turn the world from dark to light
Followed by the Thunders roar
And then the sound of a downpour
Tomorrows plans go down the drain
Washed away by pouring rain
For with this storm, the coming day
Won’t be one for making hay
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Amen. (Send some this way....please?)
Love it well done !
Sounds like you've been in our backyard for the last week! Love your writing! :)
Always enjoy your poetry. Thanks!
Great poem! We had one of those very early this morning.
Great poem, I wish some of that would come our way...we are dried out. Whatever pasture I had left and or new growth is a frazzled mess now.Looks like there won't be any fall pasture.
Awesome! We should be getting some this week. Maybe I can use it as a 'practice' water obstacle. hahaha
Loved your poem! I adore a good summer storm, but we don't get those very often.
Well you can make your hay and send the storms our way so that hopefully our fall pastures will start to grow again!
Good one!
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