The Storm

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Water collided harshly upon the cold concrete
drops hit one after another
Dispersing on contact
pitter-patter, pitter-patter

Moonlight surrounded the storms path
knees came crashing into the puddle
Collisions became intensified
droppings blurred into a hum

Transforming into silence
the storm accepted loss
Ability to come back, gone
tranquility washed over
There the puddle laid
and next to it the storm that ended

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