Sweet stormy weather

Dark and scary clouds roll in from the South,
They come right up without a sound.
As the thunder begins to rumble and the wind begins to blow,
The trees, the bushes and flowers all begin to flow.
This is the only time the forrest dances,
But some begin to loose their branches.
The rain starts to fall on the petals and leaves,
This is one of the most beautiful things that no one believes.

C AMPING ! as soon as I pitched the tent
A sweet storm blew up I added more pegs
M aking sure the tent did not blow away !
P erhaps its only a little Storm ~ I thought
I asked AMANDA if she was OK ~ She grimaced
N O N O N O N O N O ~ this is not my idea of us
G oing on HONEYMOON ~ CAMPING IN A STORM !