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THUNDERSTORM

THUNDERSTORM Thick oppressive sultriness all day Then cool breezes, a cloud signals The sails of a fighting Armada, With massed grey galleons Swelling with threatening guns - The flashing of their watery cannon beats Their terrifying cacophony In the cross-trees and shivering sheets - Hurled balls of rain, rain, rain So thick the air is opaque; Rain without end, Noah’s rain, Making deck drain and scupper shake Riddling the sea with bullet-hole spray. Now empty cannon fall still and silent: The Armada has drifted away. The air is dry and clear and spent.

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Date: 6/10/2013 1:09:00 PM
Love this Sydney the grey massed galleons clouds that just what a storm conjures up to me xx
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