Thunderstorm
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After last night's thunderstorm
A heavy fog remains
Drip-drops from oak leaves a constant
Music entertains
Visibility maybe 300
Yards, birds slowly awake
A gradual orchestra sound
Each his area staked
Waterdroplets upon the moss
Slowly slips, then slides off
At the speed of eons quietly
Slides, not a fast doff
Sunday morning enjoyment free
A few minutes with God
Let not Satan rob the spirit
Of its fill as through life plod
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2017
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