calignous clouds billow up from the ocean
expanding to fill the sky
like steam surging from an ethereal train
the air hisses and strains with movement
a vast shadow covers the town and the forest
and the people and wildlife fall silent in anticipation
the little singing birds retreat into thick winding branches
the boughs shiver
vacillating in long waving motions
their leaves glint rapidly in wind
the rain comes hard with the sound of
a million angry cicadas
a great wind picks up and pushes the storm eastward
cracks in the lowery grey appear
with gold streams pouring through like a cataract
the light spreads out in all directions
illuminating a world that is
wet and waxed
soft glows come off leaves and grass
shingles and telephone wires
steam rises patiently off the glossy pavement
and a little bird takes a tentative step
out into the gleam of day
coming out from shade of a bush
the little bird pauses for a moment
the sun warming his small brown body
then a flicker of feathers as he takes flight
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