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Thunderstorm

The sky cries
big raindrops and
I can’t make it stop

So I cry too.
Thunder echoes
the feeling in its loud

Rumbling, grumbling
way, protesting the news
of my loss, loss, loss, loss.

I want it to
stop but I know
that grief is something

I can hold
onto when my
my arms just hold air.

David Rinaldi