#WritcoPoemPrompt64
The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds
Shaking and quaking left an hour
In the prodigal rampage
Till hearing makes unbearable
Clouds are about to break
In breaking showers over the vale
Sweeping the dear grass to gleam
Galloping...