Cloudy Day In May, by jeanimoo Subscribe to rss feed for jeanimoo

On a cloudy day in May the streets
were filled with people walking to
and fro.
Busy, busy in their every day to do
life not realizing the weather change
till on a cloudy day in May and then
the rain began to pour and people
scattered all aboard.
The winds picked up the blew so hard
the sky had a odd line way up high soon
it began to twirl and knocking things all
around.
The wind was stronger and stronger as the
people made room for cover not getting
close to any windows and making sure they
were in the right place for the twister was
picking up and throwing things all around on
the cloudy day in May.
 
Posted: 2005-10-02 03:28:22 UTC

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