When from a cloudless sky
lightning does suddenly fall
it sounds like canon shots being fired
and I wonder what unearthly
is going on in the world?
When the sun does shine bright
and the rain does pour down
then I do wonder
to where has the cloud disappeared
and from where is the rain coming?
© Gert Strydom
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