A storm
The sky is dark,
It is thundering and raining so hard.
Several crows are flying away and in the air there are dog's barks.
Trees are swing in the strong wind as if they had their own will,
A spring storm has come and I wish the pedestrians with all good luck.
I tried to keep the original meaning of this poem unchanged , and just added some modifications ~if there is any error ~ please correct , hope we can make some good progress together ~