The Lightning Storm
Elvis, Age 11, Gaithersburg, MD

I watch as clouds come with lightning cargo.
The dark clouds race-rapidly-round white ones.
They wait until the last white clouds leave.
And that's when the wild-wicked storm starts.

I see the first-fast-flash streak the sky.
Big-bad-booms-blast, there's the thunder.
More lightning dances-down-daylight street.
But the big-bad-booms have just begun.

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