The Storm

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The army of tar grey clouds

 were merciless, conquering

 the perfect blue expanse.

Heralding their arrival

with tiny pearls of missiles,

they garnered more power

pouring down in a barrage.

Howling winds unleashed their ire

followed by the thunderous roar.

The flash of the lightning

lit up the concrete dark sky.

The wrath of the torrential deluge

continued its march unabated for hours

inundating all under its blanket,

the night settled into an eerie calm.

The burst of the chirps that erupted from dripping trees,

butterflies meandering across swaying flowers

invited the sun to smile and usher daybreak.

 

 

 

41 thoughts on “The Storm”

  1. I can paint that picture in my mind’s eye. Saw a lot of it this time and enjoyed every drop of it. It is sad that the rains brought a lot of joy and relief to some but endangered the lives of others.
    The beauty and fragrance of the aftermath of rains is simply inexplicable.

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