Storm’s coming. Moon’s flying
Across the sky;
Star lightning’s shooting through
A hurricane of clouds.
There’ll be a deluge
Of scattered moonbeams
Silvering the bent and swaying trees.
Copyright © 2007 by Mary Brunini McArdle
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