THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

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THE CITY

 

 

THE CITY

The city has its own beat.

Its own heart rate.

A pounding sensation.

An undercurrent of tension.

A pulsing dance.

Not to be found anywhere else.

Let’s dance all night.

 
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AN ELECTRIC STORM

Let’s scale the heights.

Careful of the crevices.

The deep valleys.

The empty holes.

Climb the next ridge.

Enter through an opening.

Small as a fly.

Hear the blood pound.

The synapses sizzle and pop.

Journey through the darkness.

Through the unknown.

Exhilarating as an electric storm.

Colorful as a fireworks display.

A ride through space and time.

NATURE’S WRATH

The sky turns from blue to black.

The waves rise up and bow

to the forces of nature.

Boats head to shore.

All in a hurry.

In a hurry to out race the storm.

The waves pound a furious beat.

Raindrops join in the chorus.

Thunder accompanies with its dark sound.

Pound, pound, pound.

Could we survive nature’s wrath?

Only time will tell.