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











Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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