Deluge

Poem By William B. Deutscher

Summer's evening storm
Darkens my window
With the close pressure
Of humid air
Cracked by thunder,
Sheared by lightning,
And drenched in sudden,
Rushing rain.

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I really like Deluge; the sensory imagery brings it alive. This is the stuff of real poetry. Thank you for writing it! I tire of reading bad poetry. This is good!


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