The Apron of Eden
Suddenly, blocks of cold rain swiftly came.
Striking the roof in such a peculiar way.
Next, the thunder came pounding.
Like a mad drummer on bad cocaine.
The silence came next- like a dead snake under a rusty rake
Its tongue resting heavily on the apron of Eden.
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