luvor

I listen to the thunder roaring, The rain falling, How does lightning make a sound? The water drips Pitter patter on the ground The water falling on my hand, The wind whips the rain around so it can vigorously sprinkle on my face, The lightning flashes And the thunder roars, How does light make a sound? The water trickles over and over again like a thousand mini drops on my hand, I should be afraid Yet I am not, The storm brings water in the form of violence, And the trees shed their excess branches, But when the storm settles, The plants are fed, Once the rains have gone, And the water has left, Pastel colors paint the sky, Flowers blossom, And green grows, How does light sow What the thunder roared and poured from the sky? How does light sow What the clouds have cried And create something beautiful After the storms have died.