Poem: The Clouds are Crying
So much rain
good for the plants
not good for joints
that creak and pop
when air pressure falls
Thunder announces
the arrival as
rattle of drops strike
the roof above
streaks down the windows.
The clouds are crying
letting it all out
in one fell swoop
and then feeling lighter
the sky brightens
Soil turns to mud
water shimmers in puddles
for ants to swim in
reflecting the rainbow in the sky
as if in apology
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