Original Poem
Passing storm
rush of wind
cry of thunder
slash of lightning.
Pounding silver rain
mercilessly striking away
slapping windows, shaking trees,
fury menaces, growls of utter anger;
Angel.
Soothing, gentle presence
Delicate caress of the sky
stroking pounded earth
calming the wild storm.
She leaves a gift for us all;
Seven majestic colors
Arching 'cross the cleared sky.
Bringing hope, rewards, and promise.
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