Oh, Tempest

July 26, 2012
By MonaKitty SILVER, Naperville, Illinois
MonaKitty SILVER, Naperville, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Being quiet doesn't mean that I don't have something to say, it means I don't think that anybody will listen." ~Mona Jackson

Sparks flash in the pink night,
A high-pitched scream in teary fright

Thunder rumble, lightning clash,
Turning trees to smoldering ash.

Hear the thundering of the rain,
Flying faster than a train.

Pounding, tumbling, falling free,
Beating, crying desperately.

Oh Tempest, ripping through the skies,
Hear the child's frightened cries.

Cease your fighting with the wind.
Steady yourself. Let light in.

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