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The Storm
Clouds scurry across the moon
The wind blows its sobbing tune
A dark gloom looms overhead
Birds are hushed wait in dread
An ominous silence - all is still
Storm clouds form over the hill
Through the fields a murmur runs
And like the sound of many guns
Thunder rumbles deep and loud
Noise echoes from cloud to cloud
Flashes of fire sheets of flame
Fast and furious the lightening came
The ominous storm shocks the sky
Gusting, angry winds rise high
Leaves quiver from trees torn
Cattle huddle together forlorn
Flowers swing to every sound
Of rain splashing to the ground
Droopy leaves shine dimly bright
Drip, drip, drip, through night
How beautiful the night comes on
And calm after the storm is gone
The big yellow moon with its nocturnal ray
Brightens night like a lovely day!
Beryl McMullen
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