After The Storm

in response to a one line poem prompt by Meg

It was after the lightning had come and
gone that a warm, quiet night hung heavy
as anxious couples lingered on their porch 
swings, sipping iced tea and watching choirs 
of robins swoop low for a feast of worms.

Thanks, Meg.

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