The clouds hover over,
the barbaric thunder blows,
streets are flooded in the night,
drenched are the travelers clothes.
Lightening flickers near and far,
this storm is demanding to be heard,
the rain like bullets on the pavement,
all vision is fiercely blurred.
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Megan Rose's Poetry: Book Three
PoetryWelcome! I hope you enjoy my writings. I'd love to hear any feedback. This is part 3 of my main poetry books. The other two can also be found on my profile, along with all my other works! =)
