Cloudburst
In the black dirt where the worms flirt
Trees root in the dark earth
Fruit falls like a dead limb
Rain pours like a soft hymn
Boys whine, girls glow
Ice forms as the wind blows
The corn tilts, the hills moan
The sky hides as the rocks groan
Reeds sway, dogs bay
A hungry beast enchants its prey
The fog blurs, the grass stirs
And through the mist the moon returns
And where a tired body bends
To taste a running stream
A flood of pounding hailstones rends
What rain and wind sweep clean
Written by © Raven Drake
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