The Storm
By Frogi59
Slowly the tide comes in, and the level rises higher. The swells grow larger, and the breeze becomes stiffer. The clouds turn as black as night, and the rain poors like a river. The waves, now large with white caps, pound the rocks harder and harder. A flach of light breaks the darkness, and branches break abart, falling down. The thunder, commanding it's army, rolls by and by, shaking the ground. The storm stands tall not likely to cowar. It is strong and demanding, showing force and row power. Written June 1st, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 06:28 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Slowly the tide comes in,..."