A storm brew up in the evening
after a chilly morning
with an afternoon temperature recorded at 31C.
A tempest so they said
in Bonneuil Matours,
where two pianists played
Debussy: "La Mer" the third movement being
but still no rain where I live.
All about, the sky was different.
Whichever way one turned
the wind was blowing
fresh and warm.
A newly tumbled dessicated tree stood sadly in a field
as the storm with thunder and lightning rumbled on its journey
whilst a moon in its first quarter shone brightly.
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