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Apr 2018
wrathful-seeming clouds
gather
their leaden gray
turning
to ominously dark

the entire canopy
gloomily
tenebrous now

a deathly silence
falls

the calm before the storm

but calm like this
though silent
is unrest
at its peak

the heavens
start to growl a bit
like hungry hounds

thunderous bolts of lightning
erupt
and rip
the sky

the gravid clouds
flowing with
nourishment
like
a mother's
bounteous *******


release
in torrents
as if no individual
drops exist

a deluge
of relief

filling creeks
and rivers

renewing
sun-parched earth


the urgency met
the rain slows
to steady gentle drops

sweet moisture

soaking
seeking
roots

caressing leaves with cool relief

and giving everything
new life
I love a good thunderstorm, followed by a soaking rain, especially when the earth's need is great.
Mary-Eliz
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Mary-Eliz  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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