Rain
Dreary gray skies
blurred by the torrent.
The quiet pitter-patter
rises to a roar.
Bitting cold clings
to soaked fabric.
But just as quickly as
the downpour starts,
it stops.
Sunlight pushes its way
through lightening clouds.
The morning dew glimmers
against shades of green.
Above it all, colors streak
across the expanding sky.
reaching from one end of
the horizon to the other.
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