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The Thunderstorm

                                               THE THUNDERSTORM



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

Gets louder

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

And listen

To  its voice

So like my longings.

Sodden, like the ground

But ready to be filled once again.