Frightening to some, amazing to me,
Watching from my window, I'd love to be.
After each strike it isn't long,
Before you hear the thunder's loud gong.
A terrifying beauty lighting the sky.
Striking both hope and fear with a clap so high.
This complicated sight leaving so many torn,
Two words to describe it... lightening storm
Watching from my window, I'd love to be.
After each strike it isn't long,
Before you hear the thunder's loud gong.
A terrifying beauty lighting the sky.
Striking both hope and fear with a clap so high.
This complicated sight leaving so many torn,
Two words to describe it... lightening storm
- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)
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