The mist hangs heavy,
an aftermath of the storm.
The great willow bends
its mighty boughs, shedding
tears upon the soil.
Revitalizing, generating life.
Each breath filled with the
scents of nature.
The petals of the flowers
seem abaze, with a shinning
beauty of colors.
The halo of a rainbow,
painted across the sky.
Daring all who see
to find its gold.
The wonders of a
summers storm.






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