Quencher Poem by Aseso Omollo

Quencher



Clouds gather..Grey,

Hurried motorists,

Cleared city streets...traffic jam,

As trickles started and,

Torrents, heavy quench the thirsty earth,

Flying papers...mighty gale,

A flash, Sky's camera...

Bang!

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