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At Times
Storms, those storms, do appear
At times with thunderous roar
Sweeping through darkened skies
That shake the earth to its core
Dark clouds like mourner's cloaks
Gather, charcoal gray despair
Lightning flashes, dances across
A blackened atmosphere
They've unleashed their fury
Send down torrential rain
Dripped-dropped upon rooftops
Raising up angry Cain
Copyright ©
Sara Kendrick
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