followed by loud claps of thunder
when I awake, the rain is pouring down steadily
is this the cleanse I have waited for?
clarity and immunity finally?
it stops, as suddenly as it started
the sky is again blue
what kind of omen is this?
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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