Bolts of lightning light up the road.
We are nearing the eye of the storm.
Should we chase the storm?
Or should we give up and turn around?
We might never be given this chance again.
A chance to ride the storm.
Will we be thrown from our car?
Will we experience a rush of excitement?
Will animals and trees fly by us?
Let’s go.
We will never know unless we do it.
Hold on tight.
This is a great poem 🙂 Very creepy 🙂
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Thanks. I like creepy.
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Me too 😀 Especially at this time of year 🙂
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Storms can be brutal.
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