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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DESERT STORM, by LORIS PICKARD WOOLERY
First Line: Dark clouds boil up to fill the sky
Last Line: Of deafening sound -- the aftermath.
Subject(s): Deserts; Food & Eating; Storms
First Line: Dark clouds boil up to fill the sky
Last Line: Of deafening sound -- the aftermath.
Subject(s): Deserts; Food & Eating; Storms
Dark clouds boil up to fill the sky;
The sun is hid -- strong winds come too.
Sharp sands sting so you want to cry;
Then come the raindrops -- just a few.
Across the sky, from clouds to earth,
A streak of lightning burns a path;
No sound is heard, all wait the birth
Of deafening sound -- the aftermath.
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