Note: I wrote this while I was in highschool and going through a tough emotional time.
The Storm
The wind begins to blow hard.
The storm is starting to brew.
Suddenly rain drops fall to the ground.
Thunder rolls with such a force as an atomic exsplosion.
Silently I sit and stare at the sight,
I am frightened, but I refuse to let anyone see.
The wind spreads the rain all over the land,
The thunder is getting louder,
The nerves inside me jump more with fright.
I try to hold on, but the storms too strong.
I lose my grip,
I am gone; there is no way I can return to the past.
I can't go back.
I can only move on.
© Holly Feldhus
February 13, 1995
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