The Passing Storm
Ominous dark thunderclouds boil up
Beneath sun-drenched sky lanes high,
Covering with gray blankets the green
Earth's parched barren ground, so dry
And unbroken by the good farmer's plow
Left fallow by years of failing harvest,
Indignant from the drought of moisture
Disappointed by the lack of nature's best,
The unyielding deluge moves on across
Reneging on its deceitful promise of rain.
written June 18, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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