A flash broke the dove sky and thunder struck.
Everything huddled in the tense silence.
Everything waited for the second strike.
Young aspens cringed. The wrath of summer
was heard few thousands miles away.
A new bright blinding snaky lightning
was looking for the next defenseless aim
to break the tension of the ire.
The agile lightning surfed the inky sky,
maneuvering among dark fluffy clouds.
And nothing moved once hypnotized by shine.
Everything waited for the second clout...
by Thea Ariss
20.06.2025
The wrath of summer
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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