Rumble rumble, roaring thunder,
Flashing bright a streak of lightning,
Darkness he lay under,
A lonely feeling - indeed frightening.
Cold and shivering,
He stands in the storm,
A chill runs through - quivering
He stands there in the storm.
Dark clouds in the sky,
Muddy puddles on the roads,
Pale white his face with pry,
All around are croaking toads.
Pitter patter cometh the rain,
Here and there a hail stone,
Down it flows into the drain,
There he stands, chilled to the bone.
© Zoek
Flashing bright a streak of lightning,
Darkness he lay under,
A lonely feeling - indeed frightening.
Cold and shivering,
He stands in the storm,
A chill runs through - quivering
He stands there in the storm.
Dark clouds in the sky,
Muddy puddles on the roads,
Pale white his face with pry,
All around are croaking toads.
Pitter patter cometh the rain,
Here and there a hail stone,
Down it flows into the drain,
There he stands, chilled to the bone.
© Zoek
2 comments:
we missed one today! :)
yea.. rumblin thunder..
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