The rain, which had persisted,
Gave off a heavy
Smell of fish and mud.
Sorry. Wrong place for that poem,
Which is the same as saying
Wrong tip-in in time.
It was a huge, gorgeous day,
White clouds and white caps
Down at the shore of the lake.
You could guess a thunderstorm
Might be coming, but who is
Ever absolutely sure?
Lightning split the sky
Into two skinny sonnets.
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