Formed of cloud and carrying faint vestiges of sun,
the wonder is how many skeins strained
from attenuations of the rain she’s spun –
this empress of late summer storm
who waits for that exquisite physics
when the air is optimally warm
and palpable to summon a fine violence of weather –
woven into terrifying power from a shower
with the instigating lightness of a feather.
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