Random Poem


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June 25, 2022 9:59am EDT

The still air is resonant

with an expectation.

Waiting, waiting,  waiting for something.

Lightening flashing!

Thunder roaring!


…and then the pregnant clouds

bursting with its burden

releases slowly, the first drops of rain splattering.

Within seconds pelting, roaring , flooding.


Humans and animals scattering

for safety and shelter.

Pretty petals torn and litter the ground

soiled and washed away with the deluge.

Rivers swell and deposit their residue on the river banks.

Floods . FLOODS.



Rain so essential,

yet so dangerous in its destruction.






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