Poetry 01, 2014

When the clouds linger over the forest,
secreted against the heavy mountain,
and when the thunderhead whispers rain
into the tree branches, someone looks up
and thanks the gods for granting life again.

Prompt: Write a short poem (5 lines or less). Be sure to include at least two strong images. Don’t over think it, just do it! NaPoWriMo

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