Beauty Before Storm
The sky darkens,
but light
shines through clouds
giving the sky
a yellowish look.
The breeze whispers
through the trees
and over
the upturned faces
of the people
watching for
the storm.
Leaves fly
through the wind
landing
in my hair
as I watch
a yellow sky
for the dark
storm clouds.
Beauty before
the Storm.
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