Crack! The sky opens
before bewildered eyes
cuddled in a blanket
something which one vies
trickle, trickle, trickle
followed by some minor hail
we're waiting for the thunderclap
behind this watery veil
but soon, before we notice
the storm has now progressed
it's slyly drawing closer
to which we can attest
where it is headed,
only the angels can tell
the traffic of the sky
to which these liquids fell
the storm begins to fade
only this can last
the memory of this rocky night
to which the sun was cast
Honorable mention
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