The Tempest of The Looming Sky

Grant L

Mrs. St. Jean

LA 2

The moonlight shown across the pond as the calm night drifted on

Jet-black clouds rolled across the sky

In a moment the silent rain fell across the forlorn land

As though the gods themselves were weeping

Rain cascaded to the earth

Streams tore across the prison of land to find water

The thunder yelled and boomed

Lightning tore across the moonlight sky

The air sizzled in its wake

As though wanting to escape

Water broke from the confines of a puddle and fled downhill

As quickly as the storm, it rolled away

The water dripped from the leaves creating ripples in the water below

A frog hoped through the dewy grass as the birds chime early morn

All was calm

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