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Storm Coming

Winds blowing Hard against the house Buffeted Shuddering Hunkering down for the worst As the front rolls in Rain pounding On the metal roof Voices raised Just to hear Rivers running through the yard Creating trenches Light flashes A two-count and boom Puppy dog Snuggles close Hills outlined by strobed flashes Petitions raised up Calm returns Distant flashes now Long count booms Rain subsides Runoff racing downhill fast The world is fresh, clean ---------- SECOND PLACE WINNER For the "Give Me A Shadorma" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Sotto Poet Written on 02/17/2022

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Eve Roper

Date: 3/7/2022 1:22:00 PM

Great imagery, Jeff, congratulations on your win.

Beata Agustin

Date: 3/7/2022 6:00:00 AM

Wow! Congrats! Thanks for sharing this: wisdom filled worthy of reflection. God bless you.

Sam Kauffman

Date: 3/6/2022 9:27:00 AM

Jeff, you describe the power of a storm perfectly - as it comes and as it goes. All of us who have experienced a powerful storm can relate. Love the line about the puppy. Wonderful metaphor. Congratulations on your win!

Jeff Kyser
Date: 3/6/2022 1:38:00 PM

Thanks, Sam - was a few weeks back - storm absolutely slammed through here. A number of others on the soup were writing as well. Good source material helps!