
Thunder strikes,
bursting ears,
chilled by the cold, cold snow,
the sun tries to escape from the black clouds with no luck,
wind screaming through the woods frightening small animals,
a gun shot echoes through the woods,
thunder claps like a million bombs going off,
suddenly it starts bucketing down... rain.
The sun is partly out of the clouds now, the snow starts melting away.
When i get home mum makes me a hot chocolate... YUM!
By Olivier Page
Very cool poem Olivier. I like the sound of a nice hot chocolate.... yum yum
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