A Storm

July 18, 2008
By Maranda DeBusk, Greer, SC

The clouds stayed
Even after the rain had fallen,
And the puddles dried in the heat
Of cloudy summer days.
Once it seemed the sun would reappear,
But the hope was false.
The storm brooded,
Thickening, darkening,
Collecting in a mass
Of turmoil and hysteria.
Rain poured
In sheets of tears,
Thunder boomed
Mournful sobs,
Lightning cracked
Sparks of fear,
Leaving no rest
In its wake.
The world was torn apart again.

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