Storm - Poem by Josh Alfred
Here comes the lugubrious one,
Earth's misery, grounds thirst.
Gray clouds morphing into torrential rains
Rain pouring/wisps in the wind.
Puddle filling/street walk all wet.
Pattering cacophony/hungry trees.
Earth's soft voice of changing water,
Of rain trickling, of gorging holes.
Rooftop defends from mordacious water bullets.
Shielding, black and white umbrellas
And water falling, in a chaotic song and dance.
People running inside from outdoors.
Children dance in cloud's decay.
Storm clouds bounce with thunder,
As lightening branches out with bolts.
Storm on the move, across the state.
Sun hidden, and blue skies all gone,
With hours of passing, winds, rain, and thunder.
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