Thursday, June 16, 2011

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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