| A Passing Storm |
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| A distant rumble creeps over the hillside To herald another storm approaching I watch transfixed, from the sanctuary of home As the dark cloud grows ominously, drifting nearer, A wave of rain covers the lush greenery Turning the hill grey as if covered by a sweeping blanket A sudden flash!! My anticipation mixed with nervousness, As the seconds tick by Then the roar of thunder fills the air Another streak of lightning rips from the black cloud Piercing the ground with a deafening burst of sound Further flashes escape from the darkness that surrounds But the torrent of water from the cloudburst Mixed with the howling breeze Now dampens the claps of thunder overhead Battering raindrops, thump upon my window pane I gaze in wonder, as the water cascades, Then, The sparks from the heavens become less frequent And soon, through the drenched glass, A golden band becomes visible The downpour fades into a memory And the darkness melts away The only rumble being a passing jet As it trails across the, once again, barren blue sky |
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