Tim @ Dawson Primary
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
The dark cloud
The dark cloud
The rain cried all its tears down like a baby. Then I hear thunder . The thunder is yelling with sadness. I open the window the wind pushes me with its strong hands. The wind ripping up all the trees. Then the clouds stair at me with anger.
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