Stuart Watkins
Comes the rain gently wetting all the plain
Crashing bashing booms the thunder
Rudely wakening all who slumber
Slashing dashing lightning lights the sky
Wonder to behold with naked eye
Whooshing swooshing blows the wind
Forces the tallest trees to bend
Sunshine rays light up the sky
Telling all the storm will soon pass by
Birds flitter, fly, and sing their songs
Letting all know the storm is gone