A storm
twisting and turning around its wake.
Even pulling away
some fat guy’s stake.
Sucking with greed
like a black hole,
like a raging troll.
It is so mesmerizing,
but also paralyzing, traumatizing.
O my!
But also,
graceful.
at its own pace.
The clouds rise above,
that’s when it comes!
The roaring thunder,
the brightening lightning!
You can just imagine it when the rain falls,
then you hear the sound of the storm,
it calls.
We could be afraid
because they’re big and different,
but that’s unique.
And I believe that
with every sentence.
The beauty of nature
has no specific thing,
but when you hear
sounds of the storms sing.
Fiona C. is a 10-year-old in grade 5. She is a very talented writer and is very proud of this piece which was written while she was in grade 4.
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