And then the rain



When the sky presses down elephant grey

and swells so full the dams of the sky break,


shedding the spray of deep ocean waves, sharp

as steel and tasting of tears,


and the light dims to the darkness of a crypt,

I cringe inside this fragile shell by the stuttering,


muttering of the stove and listen to a lonely dog

bark on the hill, as it sniffs the coming storm.

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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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