Rain on a Summer Morning

It’s not Gentle

Rane Kelze
Promptly Written

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Photo by Joyce Romero on Unsplash

A summer morning
The rain pelts
Beating the earth
Pelting the flowers
Innocent blooms
Shattered

A summer morning
The rain yells
In loud thunderous shouts
Lightening counterfeits
The dawn

A summer morning
Rough and coarse
Steaming vapor
Heralding

The fragrance
Of earth and asphalt

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