The day becomes electric,
as billowing storm clouds grow
and race relentlessly
toward shore.
We scatter hither and yon
awaiting the rain to fall
and a baby continues to cry
once more.
the sun blasts through in anger.
slashing rays penetrating
and Lenny Kravitz playing
on 104.
We watch in dense anticipation
while seagulls maneuver overhead
and no one quite knows
what’s in store.
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 5:18 AM UTC
The day becomes electric,
as billowing storm clouds grow
and race relentlessly
toward shore.
We scatter hither and yon
awaiting the rain to fall
and a baby continues to cry
once more.
the sun blasts through in anger.
slashing rays penetrating
and Lenny Kravitz playing
on 104.
We watch in dense anticipation
while seagulls maneuver overhead
and no one quite knows
what’s in store.
Written April 17, 2000
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