Calm During the Storm
The first in a series of rain poems.
Underneath a crescent scythe moon on a November eve, thunder smashes through onyx clouds. Lightning radiates in-between every boom, spotlighting the speckles of water coasting down my mist bestrewn window. A few seconds later, silence envelops the now resting darkness of my room and all that remains is the soft …
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