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Storm Ending
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .
Full-lipped flowers
Bitten by the sunc
Bleeding rain
Dripping rain like golden honey-
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.
Written by Jean Toomer (1894-1967)
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