The sky begins to darken
on a humid July morning
as the dense, shadowy billows
swiftly roll in
The heavy clouds can bear no more
and soon give way
they begin to cry
tears stream down mother nature's face
like a hurricane to a lake
the rain cleanses away
the sins of yesterday
and the worries of today
the mighty clasp of thunder
rumble through out the morning
following angry streaks of light
the wind rages on
Rain pelts down
knocking violently
on my fragile windowpane
impatiently waiting for some type of answer
The rain has ceased
the thunder has stopped
the lightening quit its firework show
and the darken sky is now azure blue
The humid and dry July air
had evaporated most of the evidence
the only proof is bleak puddle
hidden beneath the shadow of a dying oak
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