S Is For Storm
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Ashlea Miller, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2009
The clouds slowly start to roll in,
They change from powder puff white
To a thick, dangerous, dark grey blanket,
The wind builds up strength
And starts to rustle the leaves on the trees,
You feel the first drops of rain fall
From the thick blanket of clouds,
You know the storm is on its way.