A Summer Storm by Ann Wood
After the scorching heat, there was a storm, with thunder and hail.It rained like a torrent, but the heat did not go away.
I stood in front of the window and watched the furious dance of the raindrops.
The air was filled with mist and the storm was swirling like crazy.
A summer storm in the early night, and only the birds could be heard singing outside in the garden.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2023-06-13 at 11:26
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