The Storm
Lakeside lovely looming
Storm clouds gather there
Spelling thunder, dark as dungeon
Lightning through the air
White wind waking wonder
In waves that swirl and churn
White caps cold as icebergs
Crashing as they learn
Sea sand soaked in silence
Each grain sits on its own
Forming dark shores in the distance
But never lie alone
The rain rescues raving ripples
Creating rounded holes
White reflects on top black depths
Seeking underwater souls
Clearing clouds colliding
Through cracks faint lights arise
And slowly spreads like sparks from fire
Lifting seas of soaked disguise
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