Stormed

January 31, 2018
By Elizabeth Eby GOLD, Goshen, Indiana
Elizabeth Eby GOLD, Goshen, Indiana
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They clanged together abruptly in dissonance and harmony as one,
Wind chiming sudden danger soon to come.
Gusty breath brushed past,
A snap of which echoed through,
signalling to a branch that this day was its last.
As rain was in full chorus on the grass,
I heard shouts of glee from my sweet lass
While the sweet smell of ozone reigned supreme.



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