storm senses

Rattle thump outside inside attic creaking
In tempest rhythm against glass,
Pellets skitter ebb and flow
Creek rivulets gurgle above
And across steely dandelion-softness,
Dark network lines wave, run, whoosh and back
Bead and then split-second drenching
Out there shimmy on by, black rubber, furious shushing
Gray shades darken, lighten, ease, threaten anon
Clock tick-tocking fills stretching inside air
Rattle thump inside outside attic creaking

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