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Downpour
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The ground was damp this morning
long past when the dew should have evaporated
in the harsh sunlight,
the puddles gathering round your feet
unwelcome in your new white sandals.
It had promised to be a fine day,
so when the sky loomed humid and grey
past noontime,
traces of wind still biting your face,
you were understandably upset
at your spoilt picnic.
Without warning, it rained last night,
a storm that had been brewing almost imperceptibly.
But the glass was so heavily curtained
you couldn't see outside, and
the summer storm raged so quietly
you would never have known it was coming
unless you had studied the clouds.
