Stone Soup

Where young artists paint the world with words

The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.

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Thunderstorm

Standing in the pouring
Cold rain
BANG BANG,
The clouds let their fury out on me
Will it ever end
My breath turned into a cloud of whiteness
My nose stinging with every wave of lightning
A thunderstorm is anger, sadness, and a chilling breeze
Will it ever end
All the animals are safe in their homes
But I am here
Lights flashing
Voices echoing in my head
Whistles all around have I gone mad
Will it ever end
BANG BANG
Then silence like I have never heard before
The voices have ended
The whistles have stopped
But still will it ever end