You have a little tap underground
service, how heavy it was, how
solid to listen to that scoresheet level,
whenever the story never ends and
blends often lately, one thought
about pouring rain like this, one
justified kissy eyes drip and drops
of watering tears, seemingly clear,
humanity cloud of gray colored
from the sky-high, one thunder
soundwave corrupts underscore
thee, attract the lightning bolt
strikes again, so much of golf balls
of hail admit to come, one of the strongest
the wind carried on the verge, left and
right merge, and then, It'll be one
astonish rainfall crashing by. revive
and survive the overflowed waters
over the top
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-15-24
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