Calm Before the Storm
The Autumn sun
sent beams of light
through the slate blue clouds
casting it’s reflection
across the lake.
Still, like a piece of glass.
Not a single ripple.
Clear.
Beautiful.
The calm before the storm.
The sun kissed leaves
of the mighty oaks
turned their leaves upward,
as if in praise;
awaiting the rain
that would soon pour
over them.
Disturbing the clear....
Clean ....
Peace....
that covers the lake.
First one drop.
then another
until the reflecting qualities
of the lake are no more.
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