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A speck on the horizon grows,
dark grey, foreboding and cruel,
stunting the sun's warm rays,
eclipsing the sky's perfect jewel.
Roiling clouds gather their skirts,
spewing across the azure blue,
spreading threads of droplet rain,
morphing the light into different hue.
Static is just the anticipation,
the excitement before the wonder,
the throb as high overhead
peels a belly roll of thunder.
© Pagan Paul (17/03/20)
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
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A speck on the horizon grows,
dark grey, foreboding and cruel,
stunting the sun's warm rays,
eclipsing the sky's perfect jewel.
Roiling clouds gather their skirts,
spewing across the azure blue,
spreading threads of droplet rain,
morphing the light into different hue.
Static is just the anticipation,
the excitement before the wonder,
the throb as high overhead
peels a belly roll of thunder.
© Pagan Paul (17/03/20)
