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After The Storm

After The Storm

in the morning light
platinum tinges the sky
the warm air grows still

birdsong fades away
crickets' and peepers' voices
vanish like ripples

platinum turns gray
grass, leaves whisper their worry
leaden clouds grumble

a sliver of light
slashes a cut in the clouds
brilliant yet fleeting

the leaden clouds roar
the sky squalls and cries in a
wild temper tantrum

grass and leaves press flat
wind and water pound their fists
beating the hard ground

then like a spoiled child
the sudden tantrum passes
lead turns to azure

the child leaves his toys
grass and leaves scattered and torn
leaves to play elsewhere

crickets and peepers
and birds raise their song as they
await the next game



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