Woosh,Boom,Bang rain falls like a heard of elephants.
Come on rain poor down on us and sook those leaf lease
trees and the poor green grass see if I care.
Gusts of ice cold winds wissle through the trees.
The rain starts to go away.
By Ciarna
Ciarna, that is poetry with onomatopoeia! I love that bit that you wrote "gusts of ice cold winds"!
ReplyDeleteDescriptive and expressive language Ciarna. I love the onomatopoeia, the simile, the adjectives, the allitertion and the imperatives ("Come on rain, pour down on us...").
ReplyDeleteGreat work!
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