Kunama 1971

Summer Storm

I can hear the thunder rumble away behind the hill, As the storm is growing nearer While I lean against my sill. Again I hear the growling For the storm is here upon me And the wind is really howling With a lot of noisy fuss But soon it will be over And again all will be still The bees will buzz in clover As I lean against my sill Glenyce Woodhouse 3B

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