Storm

Rain trickles in little rivers

Down the sides of the house

Pooling

 

Like goats’ feet heralding

The low rumble builds

Thrumming

 

The lightning splays itself

Along the sky

Flashing

 

I can hear Your Voice Thunderer

Your chariot overhead

Crashing

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