Smooth Bottomed clouds
dark and rounded in every aspect
menacing a humid afternoon
quiet whispers before it dawned on me what was about to happen.
Thunder Like Shouting Gods
and the day came crashing down around my ears
a merciless beating
ceaseless and malevolent (was there ever a “good” beating?)
I ran from door to closed door seeking escape from the rain.
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