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Wind and rain,
splattering the glass,
freshens the air,
as a storm just passed.

Rocks and soil,
sprinkled with rain.
Dimpled the look,
no longer just plain.

Slanting rays of topaz,
floating through the air,
promising salvation,
removing the despair.

Sunlight, twinkling through,
branches with mottled leaves,
as flickering shadows dance
with song. In Nature I believe.

The setting Sun,
burnt a hole
in the horizon,
so, I was told.

Sitting in the courtyard,
among the shrubs and flowers.
It is so pleasant here
I could spend hours and hours.

Sun falling slower,
than honey from a spoon.
Sunset can't arrive here,
any time real soon.

When the Sun slowly rises
from the mountains in the East,
it is the magic time for,
man, child, or beast.

No other time in this life
will ever be the best,
except when the Sun sets,
in the Pacific Northwest.

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Radiated rays
of cloudy gray,
creeping out,
now on display

of flowers seen,
by others too,
who knew not
of what was left to do.

Low the wind,
through the trees,
mellow is the feeling,
a cooling summer breeze.

Photo by Ingo Stiller on Unsplash

Blazing lights
attacked my eyes.
A cosmic disturbance,
from out the skies.

Colors of red and green,
flashing lights,
as thunder clashed,
late Spring aerial fights.