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As gray cumulus clouds crashed
against the sky
Lightening lit the windblown land
Where cornstalk leaned on cornstalk for support.
And through it all there rolled
The thunder's own report
Announcing that the rain had come.
But rains released as on this night
Amid tumultuous air
Are much too soon within the brook
Wetting not much more than dust.
~Michael Bahm~
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