Thunderstorm

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Storm breathes hot,

twists desert winds with

cloud-black hands,

bolts with light

the thunderheads, pealing—then

the clatter of rain,

 

pouring. Dark

seeps and soaks, crow-black,

ragged-winged.

No moonlight

passes through these wild pinions,

the cold sky’s heartbeat.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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