in the warm darkness of night
pine trees would sway in the wind
as if caught in a ballet
shielding my little cottage
from the torrential downpour
the bursts of light
part of the magic they wove
protecting me
from the roaring battle in the distance
while sentinel stars twinkled above the
ocean of grey clouds below and overhead
there was a crackle of wonder in the
crisp Oregon air
prompt: Write a poem about a thunderstorm. DON’T use any of these words: umbrella, thunder, rain, storm
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