Summer Storm
(A Whitney Poem)
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Thunder rolls In evening sky,
Drenching rains,
Nature clashes,
Light flashes,
Frightening souls
While wet wonder passes by.
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Thirsty fields
Drink in their fill.
Rain waters
Make rivers swell.
Once again
Great plenty yields,
The cycle of renewal.
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Author Notes
Storms can be frightening, but they are neccessary.
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