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The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,

twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.

Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,

While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.

Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-

(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)

The puddles chased the passing storm to clear

the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.

Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb

swinging by a string in some attic from the past.

The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.

And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingers through the clouds

So the birds can fly again.
I like storms :giggle:

Feedback is extremely loved~! :thanks:
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katieforee Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2013
I love the way this i writin
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HoldTheNoise Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
thank you very much!
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SwordSmanofShadows Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I too love storms and I love the way you word this. It take me beside my window as I stare outside watchimg the rain fall and listening to the symphony of nature around me. Well done.
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HoldTheNoise Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much!! I think the only thing I love more than watching thunderstorms is watching tornadoes. (But of course, it's hardly ever possible to do that ...)
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SwordSmanofShadows Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
My theatre teacher was a huge poetry nut so we often had to write poems for class assignments and I found myself constantly going back to nature for inspiration. Especially the rain. After learning how the medieval artist used the sky as a symbol for truth. The clouds would move away revealing the sky just as lies move away revealing the truth. The rain became a symbol for justice cleansing impurities from wherever it may fall. I love rain both in the most complex of its meaning and its simplest. This poem is fantastic.
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HoldTheNoise Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Wow. This comment was so beautiful and enlightening. Thank you (:
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SwordSmanofShadows Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Happy to comment. Keep up the excellent work
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jackiechanjorow Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2012
AMAZING personification! I wish I was as much of a natural as you! *fave*
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HoldTheNoise Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Aww, thank you so much!! I think it could use some work, but I'm glad you like it!! :D
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GreenArcadia Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Student General Artist
Beautifully descriptive! I love it. :>
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