"The
storm was merely a party
I had
nothing to fear from them
The
guests were rather plentiful,
But I
only counted ten.
"Little Lightning flashed,
Around
the room with glee
To the
pitter-patter of rain
And the
echoes of the sea.
"Old Father
Thunder roared
As rain
dropped on his head
But this
I only heard,
"The entertainment began
As its custom
at a party
Lady
Wind danced along
To a
song rich and hearty.
"The
guests start to leave
And dawn
is on her way,
To clean
up the mess
The
party made today.
"A storm
is merely a party
So don’t
worry about the noise
It’s
nature celebrating life
And
everything she enjoys."
By Annie H. Spangler
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