dedicated to FanOfWayTooMuch for inspiring this poem.

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the cold light of early morning,
eyes hazy, heavy yawning.
a sky so wide and soft and blue,
but suddenly the wind blew.
it tugged and pulled at windowpanes
and brung with it the smell of rain.
the trees were caught up in a dance
of forced movement. in one instance
the sky, once so large and clear
suddenly began to disappear.
the clouds brewed and grew until
the world started to fill and fill
and the sky was broken by the sound
of thunder, and it shook the ground
and made it quiver beneath your feet.
the puddles started lining the streets
as lightning wounded the stifled sky
and rain seemed to hurry by,
leaving its footsteps on the road.
thunder boomed and lightning glowed.
when out of nowhere the sky cracked
and all the clouds were drawn back
and gave way to warm, cheerful light:
the sky appeared, clear and bright.
nothing seemed to have occurred.
nothing whispered, not a word,
but lay in silence in the cold
as though some story had been told.
wet and shivering in the puddles,
eyes hazy, thoughts all muddled,
cars stained with leaves and rain,
like memories the sky forgot again.