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rrodriguez

Transformation

Grey clouds sweeping

Rain is pouring

Over the playground

 

Children are thrilled

To go outside

In the rain

 

Electrified and wide-eyed

Dashing out running

Their arms stretching

 

Thunder—grumbling, rumbling

Near the park

Where children play

 

Churlish clouds swell

Into black silhouettes

Puddles began plinking

 

Suddenly the sun

came out again,

casting slanted beams

 

Where children played,

the molten-gold sun

chased clouds away

 

The sky now

a dome plasma-blue

gleaming, cheering, playfully

 

Shifting, steady, silently

As children play,

Red faced, happily