| Previous | May 17, 1993 | Next |
Storms | ||
| Ferocious rain will swiftly pass. It's raging fury quickly spent. It leaves its mark on trees and grass, But doesn't tell us where it went. It's like a tantrum of a child Who rants and raves to get her way. At times you'd think that she was wild, But then she calms and starts to play. With storms or children don't make haste! Just wait until they've spent their ire. Some time may sadly go to waste, But if you wait they soon will tire. | ||
| Previous | Category Children Categories Index | Next in Category |