Young Tempest Personified
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I step into the grass
Feel each soft, dew-slick blade
Fold and yield under my bare feet
I turn my face up
To the glowering sky
Baring her light-flash teeth
Snarling at the ground
She starts to cry slowly at first
Then she sobs and sobs
Violent sheets of water tearing through the air
Any attempts at consolation
Are greeted by growls
And snaps of bright teeth
I look for shelter
From the sky’s strange saltless tears