One moment sunshine, gentle breezes, birds
singing their hymns; then almost before words
to name it could be formed, the western skies
exploded into darkness. Clouds rolled in
and roared as though in anger, dumping sheets
of rain on hissing asphalt, turning streets
to rivers, yards to lakes, as if again
the Lord had judged the world, His rainbow oath
forgotten in His wrath, and this time none
were marked for mercy. Rising waters swept
down gullies, drowned the ones who tried to run,
destroyed the homes of saints and sinners both.
We climbed up to the roof, sat down, and wept.
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I thought this one was going well, but then I got to the sestet and found myself kind of lyrically trapped. I fought my way out, I guess, but it wasn't pretty. :)
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