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The clouds weigh heavy,
Cataclysmic skies threaten,
The first droplet falls.
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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Comments (2)
This poem sets the stage for a powerful scene, where heavy clouds and the cataclysmic threat of the sky create an underlying tension. The fall of the first drop is not only the beginning of nature's explosion but also a symbol that -something grand and unstoppable is about to emerge. You have done a very good and impressive job.
Gorgeous poem!