The Storm

by Martha Macdonald aged 9

Rain, rain,
Lashing, crashing, down on the trees, at its knees, under the trees,
Are the orang-u-tans watching the sea,
Whilst the sea shows her fury,
The rain…
​Splashes…
​​Bashes…
​​​Down…
​​​​And down at the trees.

Wind, wind,
Swirling around just like a tornado ripping around,
Pounding down at the sea, picking up sand from the beach,
Swirling, twirling, in the breeze, is the wind being a queen.

BANG, BANG,
Goes the storm,
Fighting with the thunder as if it’s life or death!
Growling down at the sea,
It’s the fight of a century.

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