It stormed last night;

thunder boomed

and lightning striked.

But I'm not doomed,

because I could write

until daylight resumed;

Until all is right,

and flowers bloom,

and the clouds are white;

Until the air is perfumed,

and the birds show delight,

and the grass is groomed.

Until the sun shines bright

And the wet is consumed

I could write.

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• Date written: May 5, 2017 • Word Count: 60 • Line Count: 15 • Stanza Count: 5 •