Turadh

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Note: Turadh - Noun. Scottish Gaelic. "a break in the clouds between showers" (2020)

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Charcoal clouds toil in a foreboding afternoon sky.

Wind picks up and those clouds start to cry.

Alligator tears turn to cats-and-dogs.

Over mountains converge a mysterious fog.


Roaring winds scoop loose, innocent leaves,

and trees are bent an impressive ninety degrees.

Birds are made to fly backwards as they try to hide.

Below them grass fields ripple like high tide.


Mountain slopes are carved and beveled,

as young streams evolve into gushing rebels.

The monster wind turns rain to sheeting torrents,

making rivers grow into coiling currents.

The sky has now turned a daunting dark gray,

and all things below have become its prey.


Then, little by little the power begins to fade,

as the storm slowly ends its raid.

The wind reduces to whispers until it is no more,

and the rain begins to purr instead of roar.


Ominous clouds turn to softer colors

from prune to mulberry, wisteria, or others.

Behind these clouds a sunset will glimmer

in deep rose, marmalade, or a golden shimmer.


For a minute or two this beauty will linger,

until the sky darkens at the snap of a finger.

Now the rainstorm has returned, so was that all a mirage?

Such thoughts come to mind after a turadh.


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After Note: This is the end! This collection is completed!

Finally finished on July, 08, 2020! It took about 2 years to finish this XD But poetry isn't something that can be rushed. So that's okay :)

It was not my intention to have a poem with the title of the collection, but when I was poeting (not a word) today, I decided I would and that it made sense to.

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