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A Violent Storm


It starts with dying leaves that litter lawns
All tumbled over in remorseless wind 
Until at last, defeated, they collect
Behind the garden wall in tattered piles,

Discarded on a bleak deserted street
An empty cola can goes rattling past 
Entrapped and powerless it bowls along
Its tinny clatter masked by mounting gale.

The clouds, as dark and grey as battleships 
Amassed in fury, scud across the sky
Unleashing hail like bullets pounding earth
As scornful weather reaches boiling point

And branches, ripped asunder, turn and toss
Upon the lake that churns and boils with wrath
The hardy waterbirds, they hide in reeds
But where will tiny humming birds be safe?


As nature, wields her power, strength and might.
The storm, a deluge o’er the land has spread
To soak the fields so long deprived of rain
Endowing thirsty soil with healing wealth



                 Iambic pentameter

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