A Serene Tempest

When the summer days

get dry and boring,

the wind strikes up a storm.

Though there’s many ways-

to tell if a storm is brewing, 

the most prominent one is the swarm-

of dark, hazy clouds that sit above-

the busy, chaotic land. Although,

the unexpected thunder is loud,

it can bring peace, like a dove. 

As lightning strikes a land free of snow,

the thunder roars in the labyrinth of clouds.

On the land, where it’s free of sand,

the rain begins to turn the once dry soil- 

into mud, as a river rages nearby. 

Though, it seems the world’s in turmoil,

it is just another day in the middle of July.



 

Writer1326

VT

16 years old

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