The incoming storm is here
The clouds built up
A phenomenon wall
On the front
The wind picks up in blasts
The clouds burst with their vile temper
Like jelly fish trailing the dirty sky
Thunder is drumming madly
Lightning tear the air above ,
The first drops crash and evaporate
On the white corrugated roof of the abode
Only adding to the ruckus
The temperature drops suddenly
What a relief!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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