The black clouds sweep in
Swiftly ,as distant claps of thunder are heard
Dogs begin to bark
My kitties hide under the bed
I hear fire engines
The thunder is getting louder
And now the rain
With its gentle sound
That I always love
As it becomes more intense
Thunder rumbles in the background
And gets closer as the rain intensifies
Louder ,stronger, now pelting the sodden ground
With water needles
So much rain, where does it come from?
And I must rush around
Closing windows ,but first must stop
To its voice
So like my longings.
Sodden, like the ground
But ready to be filled once again.
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