The sky grow dark and ominious
Grey clouds roll in
Thunder claps shake the ground
Lightning strikes
Not once but twice
Hits a tree and broken into two
The rain starts to fall
And we begin to dance
Running around the field
Singing at the top of our lungs,
"Rain! rain! Go away! Come back again another day!"
The rain pours on as we get soaked
But filled with laughter
Along with the sound of lightning
We created music.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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