We have experienced two days of rain and it inspired this poem.
The Sky Is Low
Clouds rolling overhead
Dark and foreboding
Static in the air
Heralding the storm.
Clouds boiling
Lowering the sky
A flash of lightening
Then thunder booming
Heavy raindrops fall
Hit and splash
Blurred images
Through windowpanes
Dust turns to mud
Feathers and fur sodden
Leaves bent in submission
Drips turn to streams
The scent of rain
Refreshes the acrid heat
Dripping, splashing, cleansing
Welcome relief
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