searing lightning up in sky
cracks clouds to drop more
to up-heaving grass blades
thunder does follow a roar
deadly when it comes down
riding fabrics of raindrops
lovely when it becomes quiet
scent of after rain rising
water seeking place to settle
poor ant taken away from home
worry-less creature; owner-less
survivor better than most of us
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