One touch
Forms a spark
And that spark grows
And it keeps growing
Clouds begin to form
Above the moving rock
The atmosphere
Completely changes
It rains soft and gentle
As thunder roles
The spark lights the clouds
Not able to burst free
The thunder grows louder
The rock beings to move faster
The light in the clouds
Grows and more appears
The rain falls harder
And the thunder keeps rumbling
The air is comfortable enough
For the light to break free
A zigzag in the sky
Comes towards
The moving rock
Striking it
The rock begins to slow
As more lightning bolts hit it
The thunder stopped
And so did the rain
The lightning doesn't end
It strikes more and faster
As the wind begins to pick up
The sky an odd color
Then the clouds disappear
And the rock slows more
No more lightning or clouds
No wind, rain, thunder
Only the pain if a broken heart.
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Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoetryJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
