weekly poem 2weekly poem 24 years ago in Earth Hour
The sky is dull with everlasting grey.
It gets darker and darker then swallows the day.
It's almost black now as the thunder clouds move in.
You never know how long it's been.
The thunder pounds and the lightning strikes.
Don't know how you sleep at night.
And in the morning you wake up and see
All the damage that used to be.
The sky shines bright as we pick up the pieces.
For storms there are no reasons.