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A Rainpoem for LauraStillness.Sun. Heat. All prevail day after day after day, even as the cicadas sing their song calling for an end of summer. A bit of dust gives circular chase to a dry leaf. Another and another join in. Green leaves, still on the trees, begin to rustle at this effrontery. The cicadas stop their singing. Trees are swaying, brushing at the sky, sweeping in low clouds, dark and round and full, Reaching up for Something in the air. Sun and Heat have retreated. Stillness, in a bright effort, tries to regain prevalence and briefly reigns again 'til that Something loudly clashes in response. Trees continue sweeping in dark clouds. All of nature joins in the chant punctuated by the bright electric roar. Soon a tapping then a drumming joins the rustle and the roar. With force, the rain has come. |
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