Sunday, December 14, 2014


Clashing, Booming, Deafening
a cackling laugh travels through the sky

Splashing, Gurgling, Churning
a powerful roar of water from the heavens

Whooshing, Swooping, Gushing
a gust of wind blows through the still air


 The huddled people hide in their humble homes,
and why they were afraid,
nobody knows

A  shiver went through their bones,
frightened they were, so sleep they went, to conceal themselves in their own Utopian glade,
during their dreams, they wish a clear sky, maybe like the painting drawn by Van Gogh

Finally, after a deep slumber, the people of Earth look out their windows,
and they are amazed

The thunderstorm has passed

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