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Sep 2013
The sea washes over the rocks
With a drop of salt and water lukewarm
Splashing into splits inside unknown to man
And rushing headlong into a storm.
Grumpy clouds gather collecting froth
Scooping sea water into its mass
Then spitting it out like thunder
Relentless and as bold as brass.
Clouds twist and curve
Rinsed and now on fast spin
Wringing out and making clean
The sky now glows like a shiny new pin.
Everywhere is drenched
Drying in the midday sun.
Storm chasers beware because
The day has only just begun.
Written by
cheryl love
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   Sally A Bayan
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