Summer Storm
The sky, filled with clouds and smoke,
hides the sun behind its cloak,
the smell of fire, the taste of ash,
an inch of rain falls in a flash.
Small streams swell and rivers flood,
mountains crumble into mud,
the wind roars, great oaks bend,
thunder rumbles, the earth rends.
Suddenly the storm subsides,
we open doors and look outside,
at a world wet and ashen gray,
then send our children out to play.
—Abel Keogh
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