and the rain fell,
a whisper of silver pearls,
tears of shadow,
tracing light in arcs of gray.
and the sky spoke,
a rumbling within the clouds,
untamed fury,
foretelling shattered serenity.
and the wind blew,
a dervish of swirling teeth,
with eyes of fire,
howling at the unseen moon.
8 May 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
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