Ballad Of A Storm
Megan Hayes, Grade 8, ASC Saint Joseph's Campus
Here it comes a rolling,
Through the trees at last
It’s fierce and sparks a warning,
Move out of my way and fast.
Its dark black clouds are bulging,
When will it spill it hurt?
it growls another warning
It should wet and cool the dirt.
It trickles downs so slowly,
The cold, damp, misty rain
Enough to make us feel cold,
And give our throats some pain.
The sunlight then sines on us,
And there’s a rainbow in the sky
Where did the big, dark storm go?
How time can pass us by.