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I lie in a field,
the grass creating a pillow beneath my head.
I stare into the clouds:
white, cottony, light.
The smell of flowers and the coming rain
surround me.
I hear birds calling to each other
somewhere far away.
All is peaceful.
All is quiet.
The smell of moisture from rain gets stronger.
I close my eyes
and soak up the calmness.
Thunder starts to rumble
in the distance:
a slow, steady rumble that pounds my ear drums.
I open my eyes
as the clouds cover the sun.
I notice the unnatural grayness
that has suddenly come over them.
Then, the first drops of rain
hit my face.
How do such small things
create such a coolness?
A chilling coolness that consumes your body
and washes away your problems.
The thunder continues to boom
as lightning begins to flash
long streaks of gold
that split the sky.
The rain comes down harder;
I realize it is time to go home.
I stand up and for one last time,
I observe my surroundings.
All is peaceful.
All is quiet.

an Imagery poem I had to write for english. Thought i might share it with you.