If you know what's good for you, you'll be eating peanut butter right now. But I wrote a poem a couple days ago and I thought you people should see it.
So here goes:
The calm,
With its electric hum.
Anticipating, waiting, metallic.
The distant rumble,
The storm's final warning.
Ominous, intimidating, strong.
The first crack,
Running through the sky.
Brilliant, energetic, youthful.
The flash,
A lone tree falls.
Burning, solitary, defeated.
The drops of rain,
Mourning its death.
Despondent, sharp, cold.
The harmony,
Three singing voices.
The flashes, the drops, the bellow.
The retreat,
Sky lightening, clouds thinning.
Dignified, promising, weakening.
The end,
Final droplets land.
Glistening, fresh, new.
~Macey
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