© Jenifer R. Stanley
Listen to the Poem
Lighting comes as a flash of light.
Thunder comes in a boom of might.
The wind howl's like a wolf in the night.
The rain comes down as a roar of fright.
These are the sacred sounds of a stormy night.
They mix together like a Werewolves bite.
They would make a superstitious person die of fright.
These are the sacred sounds of a storm in the night.