Bad Weather
Boom!
Thunder roars,
Sending chills,
Through the land.
The earth shook,
To the point,
Of falling into,
Pieces.
The gods were angry,
And they plan to take,
It out on every life,
There is.
No mortal is safe.
Boom!
Boom!
Crash!
Fire spreads,
Struck by the very thunder.
Eating everything its way.
No screams could,
Make a sound in,
Time.
The waves of the sea,
Rose high and mighty.
Showing no weakness,
Of any kind.
It would drown all,
Theses of low land.
Winds crack,
With powerful,
Blows.
Ripping the skin off,
Anything that stood,
Before it.
The soft green land,
Was now covered in,
Blood.
The smell of iron,
Killed what was left,
Of mother earth.
Then the earth,
Shook again.
Scaring the land.
Swallowing all,
Who lived above,
It.
The madness won’t stop.
It has to be a,
Dream.
It has to be.
You scream!
Sweat covers you.
You are safe,
And in bed.
The storm outside,
Has not change,
Since you went to,
Bed.
“Oh, bloodily hell!”
You yell when,
The winds force your,
Windows open.
Rush to close,
Them and keep,
The cold out.
The weather will get,
Better.
You keep think that.
As a lighten bolt,
Strikes your heart.
