Sullen clouds,
shuffling,
scraping
their underbellies
on the tree line,
spilling rain.
They dredge
the tang of summer’s
possessive heat.
Twin moans of
thunder
and I am
wet with peace.
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2 responses to “Drenching”
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Love your word pictures, Jerry. Makes me see and feel what it must be like out there for my husband and crew on the Chicago-Mac race.
“Dredge the tang of summer’s possessive heat” — great picture.
Thank you for sharing! Blessings, Teresa-
Thanks Theresa. It’s still coming down here in Kazoo. I would love to see what sailors do in pouring rain. Happy Sunday!
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Gerald the Writer 
Thanks for your time and thoughts.