The Thunderous Day

by Lianne Yates aged 7

A cat went out to catch a mouse
that ran out of the spooky, black house.

The cat said miaow, the mouse said squeak
and I can feel the glass pressing on my cheek.

I can see the thunder and rain
I can see it now running down the window pane.

The wind is very strong
Was there hail all along?

No, There’s not.
Oh, dinner is cooking in the pot.

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