The clouds grew dark as something began to form.
The sky looked dark and the air felt warm.
This was deninitely not the norm.
But, I wanted it to perform, like the mosquitos at dawn.
And there it was, a perfect summer Thunderstorm.
The clouds grew dark as something began to form.
The sky looked dark and the air felt warm.
This was deninitely not the norm.
But, I wanted it to perform, like the mosquitos at dawn.
And there it was, a perfect summer Thunderstorm.
Hi Holden,
That must have taken a long while to write. Your rhymes and the words that you chose give your poem a scary, ominous feel – just right for a thunderstorm.
I like how you included the facts that they build and form during humid weather.
Thank for your time and effort!
⚡️⛈⚡️Mrs. Eaves
nice
Amazing job Holden! I loved the rhyming. I also love the word ‘Norm’.
Hope to see you soon! – Sophie