Missouri Storm

A sweltering hot summer’s day
Clouds gather like a funeral procession
And let down their tears
Earth is cleansed as pelting sheets of drops flood empty streets
Empty but for one bare-footed stranger

Soaked to the bone
Dancing with delight in the drenching downpour
The warm, wet cement is her stage
Bright flashes of lightening her spot-light
Rushing wind and drum-like thunder her music

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