Wednesday, 29 July 2020

Snake storm poem

The storm

Rain pouring down spreading puddles like the snakes venom.


The wind is a hissing snake spitting out heavy rain.


The thunder bangs as the windmills fly like the snake attacking its pray.


The clouds are as colorful as the snakes skin.


The ground is muddy from the hissing rain.


The roaring wind pushing down the windmills.