HEAVY WEATHER

A low rumbling,

a quiet menace brooding on the horizon.

 

A language of sounds, partial to heaven,

bearing ominous clouds above the reach

of man.

 

Evil markings retire day’s shadows,

relinquishing space to a greater force;

heavy weather stirs in eyes

gazing upward.

 

Hands cover heads and faces as rain

presses the souls of mortals.

 

 

 

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