Roots crisscross in blind display;
Quickly rain each crevice fills,
Feeling through the dirt and clay,
Giving life in joyous rills.
Sending creatures to their homes
In warmth to wait and listen –
Thunder laughs and slowly roams
To warn of lightning’s glisten.
Soon the storm from woodland flees;
Drops come dripping to the earth,
Breathing faint the gentle breeze
Filled with scents of life and mirth.
07.24.19
Nathaniel West Clark 
This is really quite good.
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Thank you!
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