Another Poem

Thunderstorms

I realized how much I hate thunderstorms lying here tonight.
I'm trying to fall alseep but the room is too bright.

The constant flashing of lightning flies accross my room,
yet another thunderbolt flies to its destination promising doom.

I hate thunderstorms with their loud rumbling noise

I hate thunderstorms shaking the house and its contents like toys.

I hate the noisy, windy, black clouds that sweep accross the sky
and at any time can sprout tornadoes to cause you to die.

Tornadoes that look like the devil's on top riding them like
a rodeo clown, tornadoes that do nothing but rip up and tear
down.

Tornadoes also known as black clouds of death
tornadoes that bring terror and leave nothing left.

I hate thunderstorms and tonight I realized why because
you never can tell when they show up what will fall out of the sky!