Storms raced in during the
night
With waves of strumming thunder
And booming cavalcades of flashing
light
Releasing floods of punishing
drenching rains
Upon the high woodlands and low
plains
The fauna had sensed the
storm’s plunder
And kept to their deep shelter
and needled nest
As blessed dawn’s light
shall find peace and wonder
For god’s birds and
creatures shall live
And the expansive blue skies
shall forgive
Though the trains could not
run and all were stressed
Traffic lights were off sync
and in a blink
Monday’s commuters jumped upon
the work quest
To discover nothing had changed
– seven o’clock will still be
And the way home shall have
a beautiful sunset to see
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