Lightening strikes out streaking across the sky
Like a child lashing out in a petulant storm
Then like a child the sky receeds into itself
Dark and sulking and building itself upto the
Thunder the wail the last stage before
The rain comes like tears running down
My window as i watch like a patient mother
Waiting for the sky to clear and the child to calm.
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