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Storm Clouds
The black clouds loom
eriely above, threatening
to shower the earth with
ice-cold rain, like tears that
stream down a saddened face.
The tree's sway
carressed by the angered wing
who seeks out a challenge
only to find nothin to hinder
it's advance through the air.
The birds don't even sing.
The animals have gone out
and hidden in small burrows
or dens, snuggled alone,
or with a mate in
soft pine beds.
Soon, thunder will sound
Great Thor hammering away
sending chills down the spines
of anyone who bothers to stop to listen.
Maybe lightening will accompany
the thunders dance, lighting up the
sky in streaks of splintered gold,
never to touch the awe-stricken Earth.
Or maybe the clouds will pass,
sparing not a drop of water to
the thirsting eart as they move on
towards their unknown destination.
Whatever they maybe,
Storm-clouds, rain clouds, or
just plain clouds,
they creep over in my thoughts
as I dream of sunny days akin to summer,
ah, soon to be sweet relief
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