The Thunder Rolls
The Thunder Rolls
the sultry June afternoon drips with sweat
as the impending tempest approaches
the sun struggles for its last breath of light
and an eerie stillness hangs in the air
the prairie denizens have all taken shelter
as ominous slate grey clouds rumble
across the plains from the southwest
like clouds from a stampeding herd
and in the distance thunder rolls
June 20, 2019
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