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May 2019
The clouds are darkening
Withdrawing the sun; concealing

The lighting is striking.
Glowing, electrifying.
The thunder is clapping.
Scary, deafening.

The air is dampening.
Cooling, moistening

The wind is howling.
The dust is rising.
The fires are dying.
The trees are shaking.

Roofs, flying.
Doors, slamming.
Windows, shutting.

The storm is brewing.
The people are running;
Hiding, retreating.
For the rain, is coming.
Fọlábòmí Àmọó
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Fọlábòmí Àmọó  24/M
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