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Rain


Lightning dances beneath the tumbling surface
of furrowed, thundering clouds
and suddenly, the fever breaks
droplets pour
and collect in my hands.
Of all the words in the English language
these have fallen together
to form
one small gift.



Bethany Bernard, age 18
Sugar Hill, Georgia
N. Gwinnett High School (Suwanee)
Teacher: John Bush

 
 
 
 
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