The darkened sky that hovers o'er my head
Speaks out in rumblings that assail my ears.
The lightening streaks, a jagged golden thread,
Its awesome power spent, it disappears.
And in the distance hangs a gath'ring haze,
It's grayness tells me of approaching rain.
Then suddenly the sky's once more ablaze,
And clouds drop lower still beneath the strain
Until at last, o'erwhelmed, they split in two,
And drench the land and pelt the rolling sea
With precious water long since overdue
That finely falls from nature's canopy.
The dark gray clouds that make the day like night,
Are light'ning laced and ease earth's droughted plight.
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