Storms

by skye16   Jul 2, 2005


The wind comes
The wind goes
The wind blows and the wind blows harder
It thunders, it lightnings.
You go outside.
Others stay in.

Some say you're dumb,
Some say you're cool.
And some just don't say at thing.
And mother nature doesn't care unless you tick her off,
She'll zap you with one of Zeus's thunderbolts

It rains,
It pours.
It pours and it pours harder.
It stops it goes.
You don't care unless it storms.

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