Skies pregnant and gray
Slowly wanes the last gold rays
A cool breeze flows through fields
Giving a current to the yields
Push, pull
Woosh, lull
As the wind nuzzles your nose
Breathe in the billowing blows
Wet stone’s seductive scent
Promising precipitation spent
Evening’s onset
Promises onslaught
From the distance
Rumbles persistent
Tick tock
Six o’clock
Rain drops
plip plop
drip drop
Doesn’t stop
Titter tatter
pitter patter
Steady storming
Sailors warning
Shear sheets
Thrumming beats
Flash, rumble, grumble
Branches fall, tumble
Wind whistles
Mother nature bristles
Boom, flash, crash
Blown open sash
Outside trees bend
At the mercy and whim of the wind
All begins to calm in an instant
Rumbles grow distant
As fast as it came, it is gone
The damage to be revealed at dawn
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