The rain poured from the gutters onto the grass
Levitating the dirt beneath, forming a dark puddle.
The cats and dogs fought ferociously
On their way to the ground.
Entangled--whipped around by howling wind
That mimicked their calls of invigoration.
Pools of murky water drowned the garden plants
Who had ached for hydration just days before.
Now they beg the sun to dissolve the clouds
With its blazing heat,
But the torrents were only just starting
To wipe away the sins plaguing the ground.
Hell's fire warmed the flood beneath the surface.
Now the world's slate marks no remembrance,
And the sun can shine again.

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