I Am A Storm

• Cameron Clarke, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2015

I am a storm
?I paint the sky with a deep, dark, dreary, grey.?
I laugh with my booming voice at the people below watching them run for cover.?
I send wooden stick huts flying.?
I strike trees with my white hot lightning, and blow down streetlights with my forceful wind. ?
I tear out bushes from the ground.?
I heave and hurl sticks and stones into the air.?
I get really angry when everyone retreats and goes home, so I can’t have any fun.?
I am immensely envious of the sun, and hate his great golden glow.?
I chuckle at the soaked people, and love when little children cry.?
I then calm down and retreat, waiting to pounce on the city below again.?
I am a storm.