Noon Storm In Wao
at high noon came the typhoon;
storm clouds, crisscrossed
by zigzagging sparks of lightning,
cracked and burst
as thunder roared
ominously.
rain gushed down in torrents
and, like furious waterfalls,
hit everything, anything below,
soaking the earth,
drenching all
thoroughly.
after a while, it was gone;
in the fresh stillness,
wet greenery glistened in the sun,
insects frolicked free,
pleased, grateful,
delirious.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2009
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