Rain Storm

Strong winds are blowing and tree limbs bend fast.

My skin, wet with dampness, is cooled now at last.

Leaves turning upwards need drink, they’re so dry.

They’re waiting. You see it? The dark in the sky.

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The smell of wet rain mixes now with green heat

As water walls drench all the fields at their feet.

Listen. The drops hitting one at a time,

Pummel the roof made of tin, then the chimes.

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Settle down now in your soft yellow chair.

Try not to flinch when the lightening cracks there.

Instead close your eyes and give in to the trance

We really don’t know, this could be your last chance.