A violent, dark storm.
The lightning strikes the ground hard.
Loud thunder shakes us.
The sky is really pitch black.
The rain makes really big floods.
by Corey B.
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Corey, When I read your poem, I felt like I wanted to be near a warm fireplace and watch the storm out of the window…very cool poem. grammy
Wow, you used a lot of descriptive language…this thunderstorm sounds scarry, but it kindof makes me want to be in one too!
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Corey, When I read your poem, I felt like I wanted to be near a warm fireplace and watch the storm out of the window…very cool poem. grammy
Wow, you used a lot of descriptive language…this thunderstorm sounds scarry, but it kindof makes me want to be in one too!