This is a trochaic poem (at least, I hope it's trochaic...) I wrote for Rhetoric class. As much as I love all this snow, a warm, Florida thunderstorm would be pretty nice, too.
Black across the sky appear
Clouds as dark as growing fear
Crashing thunder, lightning bright
Shapes revealed in shining light
Pounding rain is harsh and yet
Children dance with rivulet
I am driven out to play
Hands and fingers meet halfway
Sticks and stones in water race
In the gutter they embrace
Splashes, screams and shouts we make
In the road we find a snake
Actually, it is a worm
Poke—and watch it twist and squirm
Covered in a gooey slime
Florida in the summertime
Very clever!
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