Poem: The Event


National Media coverage heard all around,
Though you can’t buy tickets anywhere in town.
Just look outside and watch it cry down your window pane,
Listen to the weatherman when he predicts the rain.  
Drops dancing on the street,
Thunder claps keeping time to the beat,
Lightning snaps photos, making memories of this night,
Now you will remember it until the morning light.

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