Smoky storm clouds
pour into volcanoes
as sunset illuminates the Mother Lake
The Gods shake and groan
electrifying the air
in silence
A pittar patter
of steady raindrops
pounds the earth
like sandaled feet on the run
Are you afraid
when the mist rolls in?
Do you close your eyes, or
do you walk through
the doorway of darkness
trusting the light?
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