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The Deluge

When clouds amass,
dense treetops sway,
who knows what lies
in store for us.

Still-distant lightning
zigzags through threatening
skies and faintly thunder rolls--
then, like a rush-hour train,
the storm roars upon us,
leaving hail the size of silver
dollars on roofs and streets.

A dog of uncertain breed
lies buried beneath icy sheets
soon covered by my neighbors
torn off porch roof.

And now--heavy rain--
Will our shelter keep us safe
from this biblical deluge?

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Hi, Jerry,
Great anxiety build-up - I almost feel trapped just reading it. An emotional ride. Very good job. I know most of us have had similar experiences, but I'm assuming this was exceptionally bad for you.
Thank you,

Here in Arizona it is rare that we ever spot a tornado; I have yet to see one touch down, but what we get are micro-bursts that can be fairly dangerous, such as I had witnessed. Spooky! So, yeah, my poem is factual. That one micro-burst spooked my stabled horses so badly, they broke out of the stable and I had to fetch them one by one. What a night that was. Thank you for commenting, dear Lavender. Jerry

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