A Storm
By Sophie K
Published 24 June 2021
The wind blowing
There's nothing like it,
The fresh breeze flowing
Like the waves that never quit.
Trees rustling from side to side,
Birds frantically fly away
Picnic blankets spread wide,
Now blowing away.
It's cold, it's loud
There's nothing left to keep me warm
Above my head is a cloud,
It's big and grey
And like that there's a storm.