comes
a mid summer's storm
darkened
clouds gather above
a
torrential down pour
electrifying
golf
ball sized hail
thunderous
howling
winds
he's
a drunken debacle
names
I've not heard before
comes
terrorizing
his
fist, my flesh
deafening
black
and
blue
moment
of serenity
silently
step, tip toe
I
felt energized
slicing
his throat
clarity
smiling
free
winds
shifting
stupendous
a
ray of light
invigorating
saw
a rainbow shimmer
clouds
drifted off up above
goes
a mid summer's storm
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