Midnight Thunderstorm In Joburg
Echoes of furious thunder,
splintering the silence of night.
The rain beating down in sheets,
fractures the darkness with lashes of light.
Branches strewn snapped and broken,
leave limbless trees shattered.
The torrential deluge crushes,
delicate flowers laying bruised and scattered.
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Ah, but the storm passes,
as all tempests eventually fade,
leaving raw wounds to heal,
shielded from the morrow’s blazing sun,
resting in the serene coolness of comforting shade
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