Written at Age 16
The clouds are a brilliant and grey as the storm head moves in,
We are all just waiting for the fallout to begin.
Like men on parachutes the raindrops fall,
In together on the ground they live on the in the all.
The attack is now underway,
And Mother Nature is going to make us pay.
Floods and hurricanes to start the war,
Nations infantry will reattack with more.
When will it stop?
Little children yell,
We're not sure,
We just can't tell.
Once it is over life will adapt,
In from the ground to the drain drops will retract.
To come down and flight once again,
This war never stops there is no end.