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Whimsical Thunderstorm

Drifting dark clouds race to blanket the sun Not a bird nor insect or creature in sight Momentarily stillness… Tree branches brace As silence overcomes the debris engulfed winds Lightning supplying the only inkling of light A sudden rumble breaks the anticipation of what’s to come Rain begins to mist Wind gust enhances Clouds vigorously churn Thunder crackles intensify Downpour surges, drenching all in its path Bombarding the atmosphere through Whimsical sounds of natural chaos Reluctantly unnoticed, the transformational Beauty of the thunderstorm

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Date: 4/6/2020 1:33:00 PM
Very nice. I dig the line "dark clouds race to blanket the sun." Good use of personification. Thanks for sharing...………………….peace!
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Anita Wilson
Date: 4/7/2020 8:52:00 AM
Thanks Richard! Glad you liked it, I really appreciate it! Peace Anita