My strike is deadly, so learn to fear.
For every life, I shed my tears.
My brothers, mute in all his tries;
so my roar I doth supply.
I strike the tallest before revolt.
But with each tear, I bring new hope.
So us three of different moods,
will have to wait and sit and brood.

Name the three things talking and tell what they make up as one.

1. - Lightning

2. - Rain

3. - Thunder

They all make up thunderstorms....

Posted by Andrew Griffith on 2005-08-21 05:21:34