Thunder
You hear the rumbling skies
A person's frightened cries
A last scream before someone dies
Hit by a flash of lighting bolt
Shocked with a jolt
The big deep troubled clouds
Seen by the huge crowd
Pouring their sadness, their downs
Not even a smile from the clowns
After thunderstorm that is nothing but hollow,
Comes a beautiful bright rainbow,
Shines the ever green meadow,
Goes away the hurtful shadow.
Remember that not every obstacle is the end,
It has it's own extend,
And once their time has spend,
You will see the better not bend.
-PjS
2018-10-23 13:42:18
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