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Birth of a Storm
The blue of day
washes away
scrubbed clean by
Gray clouds
Raindrops riding on
winds back
wrap lightly on
window panes, tin roofs, and parched concrete
Quiet calm takes hold
Except Birds
Flying about to be bathed
Singing and dancing on the air
Inside my eyes are heavy
watching the drips
drop slowly down
the slider doors
My eyelids
slide slowly
towards the floor
Drips like drums
increase the beat
The sky opens its mouth to sing
A low rumbling voice
Lights
inside and out
Flash
with excitment
Even the birds
are quiet now
Returning to their perches and nests
I too find myself
a cozy place to perch
To enjoy
washes away
scrubbed clean by
Gray clouds
Raindrops riding on
winds back
wrap lightly on
window panes, tin roofs, and parched concrete
Quiet calm takes hold
Except Birds
Flying about to be bathed
Singing and dancing on the air
Inside my eyes are heavy
watching the drips
drop slowly down
the slider doors
My eyelids
slide slowly
towards the floor
Drips like drums
increase the beat
The sky opens its mouth to sing
A low rumbling voice
Lights
inside and out
Flash
with excitment
Even the birds
are quiet now
Returning to their perches and nests
I too find myself
a cozy place to perch
To enjoy
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