Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Favoring Earth


Storms clashing into the evening, bringing dust and rain
galore.

Beautiful cloud formations floating in gusts of wind across
Arizona and beyond into the unknown.

Thunder clapping, lightening slapping the sky, electrifying
it with it's ample supply of electricity.

Earth happily being filled with heavenly rain, nurturing
nature and filling our human water supply.

Favoring earth with a cleansing, long past being needed,
washing off all the dirt and slime from flowers, trees and
cacti, giving them all water to drink and sate their thirst.

In the end, sky clearing and a double rainbow colorfully
appearing for us to enjoy and remember in years to come.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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