The Afternoon the Drought Broke

In the aftermath of the thunderstorm.
In the coolness and surprising quiet,
Something odd was in the air.
The days of dust and heat had left us
Beaten, panting, staring out at nothing
That we cared to see, but, once the storm
Had done its work and passed,
The atmosphere was fresh and clean.
The plants and trees seemed almost
To have shaken off a torpor that we
Creatures thought we'd felt alone,
And time was turned back to day one.
We smiled inside our soggy clothes.
The world had been renewed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-02 at 23:53

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