Spurring a Funnel Cloud
Down from the gray rain clouds
came pearly drums of thunder
silver flutes filled with silver rain
bushels of purple flowers tumbled out
followed by jays and bumblebees
all things were washed in buckets of emerald green.
Then a muddy-eyed devil arrived
spurring a dirty funnel cloud
whisking away butterfly paths
into the grayest dream.
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