And she has written an awesome poem too.
Bursting into rain
Surrounded by silence
Sun Setting
Shades of red and gold
Night time nearing
Darkness creeps
Wind whirls and swirls
Whispering to the trees
Clouds heavy, bursting
Rolling, tumbling
Darker, deeper
Thunder, boom!
Flash of gold
Pitter, Patter
Ayla Wood
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