The Storm
Sam, Age 11, Portland, ME

The wind is roaring
The clouds are pouring.
The sound of the rain is like dogs playing
on a hard wood floor.
The clouds are gray
This storm looks like it will stay all day.
The thunder is so loud it shakes the house
And it makes me want hide about.
The lightning is so bright
It blinds my sight.
It's now midnight and there’s no light
It's time to sleep upon my bed
I think this storm will never end.

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