Dark Skies
The sky grows dark
deep purple grays
filled and overflowing with rage,
sliding passed the sun
b]ocking out the hope of light
waiting patient, for the day to be done.
Distant rumbles humble us
lightning flashes blinding eyes
and then the rain, released
brushing quickly by
ready to welcome
the return of the son.
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