6:05 PM


Lighting in the distance.

Strikes at its hosts.

Clouds move In a haphazard dance

With sun beams

Look like ghosts.

Winds strongly blowing

Trees sway bending

Which way’s it going?

Where’s the rain ending?

Azure blue

The sky peeps through

Until it’s overcome

The storm has won.


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