The Storm

A poem

By Lauren TriolaPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by reza shayestehpour on Unsplash

The storm rages, wind

and thunder roar, but flowers

need water to grow.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Lauren Triola

I'm mostly a fiction author who loves Sci-Fi/Fantasy, but I also love history and archaeology, especially the Franklin Expedition. Occasionally I write poetry too. Oh, and I have a podcast. You can find me at a variety of places here.

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