Well this is a true challenge for me. I've never really understood free verse, so have no idea how to write it. But I took a stab at it anyway. Can we do more than one? Storm Front J. M. Strother The tempest rises on strong sudden winds, As the skies darken to that eerie green. Now flash of lightning, then roll of thunder; So off to the cellar we quickly go, To cower there from the approaching storm. My wide eyed children tremble so with fear, Helpless, I hold them closely to my breast; Above, we hear the roaring of the beast. Then all is quiet. Outside, song birds herald now new blue skies. In joyous praise we gladly raise our eyes.

 
~jon
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