August Cloudburst

The sky turns the color of ashes and the trees start doing ballet.

Bending and twisting , little branches take flight.

Windmill spinning, the flag proudly waving like a kite.

Suddenly a roar crawls along the metal roof drowning out the sound of the television.

Everyone stops to look out the window at nature’s brief tantrum .

Minutes later blue sky appears as the clouds rush to the next county to get a little more attention .

All that’s left are the puddles .

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