Jane's Poem-she didn't want me to post this, but I did

A Storm, by Jane Stinchield

The wind shakes the trees
and howls in the night
Birds fly across a huge blue blanket of sky
that is turning dark with clouds
Water splashes as it cuts
through hills and mountains
An ocean crashes
on the sand
roaring like thunder
Rain pours down
making mud of dirt
The waves become rough
and wildly toss themselves to and fro
Thunder booms
and lightning lights the almost black sky
It rains all night.

And all day
It smells of moist earth
And salty sea air
Roses are dripping with water
Grass grows taller,
more green
After the storm