Crotchets and quavers, tap, tap
discordantly on window panes,
accelerating cacophany of rain notes.
Winds blow through woods,
viola wails and brassy sounds,
deafening crescendo.
Suddenly,
sky splitting, symbol clashing,
time trancing ,
one momentary lull… two… three…
Booming drumroll finale,
reverberating ,
thronged heaven, concluded.
I can definitely hear it!
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Gorgeous photo with storms resounding and dramatic noise depicted in your poem. Thank you for this dramatic post. 🙂
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