The Gentle Storm
Amy Blake
Pounding rain falls gently from the dull sky,
thunder echoes softly in the heavy air,
lightning makes everything seem darker.
The storm drags on and on until,
silence.
It takes a breath,
it returns, howling, barking
like a mad dog.
Thunder cracks,
lightning sparks,
but the rain…
falls steady.
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