A Storm is Coming

Black clouds loom in the distance,
hanging from the horizon like a noose’s threat.

Heat brews a storm above the grass
as it turns pale against a dark earth.

Thunderclaps come and rattle windows,
the boom moving slowly down the street,

fear filling the rows of houses like
the worker’s mug, forgotten and left outside.

Flashes burn from sky to earth and
burst with sparks, and flames, and rage.

Terror roams through empty gardens,
whipping in the wind, howling, calling.

Black clouds loom in the distance.
Hanging from the horizon like a noose’s threat.

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