poetry
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The Thunder Storm
Evan Smith
The sky above had opened up
And running over every cup
In rivers down the street did flow
Separating miss from beau
The torrent churned in waves of mud
The clouds were twisting all above
As thick as sheets as hard as lead
A hailing maelstrom, trees in shreds
Whipping, screaming, nails on chalk
Every weeping willow talked
Water rising up the drain
In raging brown, so deep and strange
tragedy heard across the nation
Bated breath, anticipa-
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