CREATIVE WRITING
WEATHER
The day awakes with blue skies
The sun reflects most gorgeous lights
The angel, gold, magnificent
On top of His house stands.
The winds decide to wake up too
And be a part of the scene
Blowing slowly they start
Strongly lifting the dust high.
Not so happy with that all
Gray, dark clouds want to impose
Their sounding thunders roar
The rain that is about to pour
Sun has been covered with them
His rays wanting to shine
In desperate need to brighten the day
He asks the winds: Please blow them away!
Full of mercy, full of love
The winds decide to help their friend
Blowing and blowing slowly they
Ask the clouds to go on their way.
Convinced, the clouds agree with them
They gather their thunders
They gather the gray.
And head to the North,
Where thirsty plants wait
The sun is ready to make our day.
This poem basically describes one of the days we had here in Rexburg. I tried to depict it as poetically as possible. Don't know if I was able to.
~Helga
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