The Battle Rages
Clashing, flashing arrows; Bolts pierce the cotton ball clouds; thunder booms.
Another rainstorm visits and all lives, run for cover; in fear.
Old man, cloudburst, has a temper tantrum.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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