#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

This moment I'm petrified
but while I shiver,
I wonder
Heaven Roars at us
with thunder

How majestic is the sky
rain, thunder, sun and snow
the beauty of it all,
is the difference that I know.



© theblacksparrow