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Jul 2016
Dark and Stormy
Sitting on my grandparent's porch in a swing, I see the pretty blue sky and the puffy clouds are mixing with gray, making it a slate blue color, and I start to see the trees sway
Hear the pounding of thunder and then I see a streak of lightening flash across the sky.
The rain starts coming down in buckets and hits the Tin roof making it sound like marbles are being tossed all about, and overflows the gutters making huge puddles in the mud.
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lovetowritepoetry  In the city
(In the city)   
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