The Storm

Late one evening in a tiny Georgia town,

lightning was flashing bright & the rain was pouring down

& thunder shook the heavens with an earth shattering sound

Glancing out in the street, there wasn’t a soul there to be found

“Storm of the century” was what the local weather had said

The storm was raging with a fury, that could raise the dead

So everybody hunkered down like frightened children would

If they were hiding from monsters beneath the bed

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published by J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father, artist, writer, musician, art promoter, among other things.

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