Big Storm

The breeze, faintly spiced with loam and damp metal.
The trees applaud nervously.
Blue jays dart past on a secret mission.

The dark in the west is deep - 
 A chunk of night, drifting like an iceberg.
Thunder begins as if it has much more to say.

Leaves chase the squirrels.
The wind chimes blunder into each other.
A siren wails in urgent mourning.

Close behind this Gotterdammerung
The sky opens a patch of blue.
Like reading a disappointing novel
In a single glance.

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