Furious
clouds gather. Skies darken.
Smell of ozone saturates the air.
Reaching fingers of light rake through the atmosphere.
Grumbling echoes throughout the valley.
A drumroll crescendo
to the rain.
(Hidden thought – beneath hostile appearances, people conceal their inner pain)
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo – Image 8; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 7 April 2018
By Sarah 
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Thanks for the reblog
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You are welcome!
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So often emotions seem ruled by the outside weather.
You have captured inner furies here. Very nice.
I’ve always loved a good thunder and lightning storm.
Occasionally there is no rain wrought.
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Thank you 😊
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storms give us a place to release pain don’t they. I love your hidden thought.
Well done.
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Thanks so much 😊 appreciate you stopping by and for the follow
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Astonishing picture! It matches so well with “Reaching fingers of light rake through the atmosphere.”
And this is so true: (Hidden thought – beneath hostile appearances, people conceal their inner pain).
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