For The Sunday Muse Prompt #83. Image “After The Rain” by Cyril Rolando
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I tremble
at the echo of
the booming thunder,
the resounding
of its clap like
the roar of a lion
stirred, a brilliance
incandescent in its majesty
as it splits the night sky
like a warm knife
shears butter.
I have shivered
in the embrace
of a light rain
its fluid fingers,
by persistence finding
their way through
my garments till
they meet my
bare skin.
Where streams
once wrestled
against the heat,
against the dust,
the wind and the
thirsty earth,
a raging river
now reigns.
After the rain
comes surrender,
new life and
breathing again.
A Geek's Life 
A seduction of the elements, nice.
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Thanks Regina 🙂
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This is one of your finest A. J. I so love it. One of my favorite lines is, “I tremble
at the echo of the booming thunder, the resounding of its clap like
the roar of a lion stirred, a brilliance incandescent in its majesty
as it splits the night sky like a warm knife shears butter”
This is amazing imagery!!
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Thanks for the kind words Carrie, and for being part of the team that delivers solid prompts week in week out at the sunday muse…
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You were in tune with the weather on this one. (Thanks for comment on mine)
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