Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: 8-4-6 ordering: The thunder

The morning sky was dark and gray,
a mist flowed in,
and soon the rain did fall.

The dogs they sat within the porch,
and looked into the gloom,
of rain that fell.

The thunder cracked,
and as the porch did shake,
the dogs looked up with sudden fear.

A voice spoke soft,
“It is alright, it’s just a storm.”
and patted their small heads.

But then the light did flash,
and apprehension filled the porch,
with mallet raised.

The thunder cracked with force,
and all were braced,
for drums that would so soon play loud.

 

(15/40) Experimental Poetry Form: 8-4-6 ordering

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