The Thunderstorm
It’s dark. It’s gloomy.
Clouds gather.
Thunder crashes.
Cymbals in nature’s orchestra
Signalling the beginning
Of the raindrops falling
From above. Faster, faster
Down they fall; Faster, faster
More they fall.
Pounding harder, jumping higher,
Puddles form, rivers run.
Till just as quickly as it started,
Then it stops.
Clouds vanish. Thunders cease.
It’s light. It’s clear.
~HJ~
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