The air crackles
With lightning
This plasma
Is frightening
The pouring
Cold rain
Makes a comforting
Refrain
I watch waves ripple
In puddles of water
Colored leaves crunch underfoot
Many things I ponder
Thunder bellows
Echoing across the park
I yell aloud
On a lark
I can see
My breath was suspended in the air
It’s so chilly
I don’t have a care
I walk back home
And warm myself by the roaring fire
I select a book off the shelf
It’s a play about a squire
Soon, I fall asleep
I dream of the park
I’m glad I got home
Before it was dark
by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025
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