Lightening flashes down,
Thunders chase it all over the town,
In between, where is the clown
Who can sugarcoat the place from turning bloody brown?
Over the shaking nettles.
Where are the policemen who can clear the road
And keep more cars from crashing with their heavy load?
Summer at last,
Spring is the past,
Where is the muses
Hot waves hit home,
I am inspired to write a new poem.
As the sky goes wan, wind comes cold,
The sun rises dripping, a pot of gold.
Nature Is Beautiful When The Storm Is over
A T-Storm Image
Love The Nature View
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