rain lost its sound
although the petrichor lingered
wind overcompensated
moaning with the collective voice of the voiceless
gusty, angry, and wild
they say it begins with a rumor of endings
this storm to end all storms
even the wet street
illuminated by pear-shaped lanterns
smothered the reflection of a purple moon
with eyes wide-open
I observed the enormity of the moment
soaked to the bone
I raised my arms and laughed
and became the Sun
Prompts: OctPoWriMo Day 17, #FromOneLine, #vss365, #writingandhealing, Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie Wordle 292
Writing and Reflections 
What a lovely poem. I really like it. Especially the way it ends with empowering laughter. I’m wondering if you meant a different word in this line or not? “they say it beings with a rumor of endings” Do you mean begins instead of beings? I can’t help it my eyes always notice these things it must be all the years of proofreading students work. Regardless enjoy this beautiful day and keep on shining your light
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Thank you for catching that! I’ll go in and change it. I was a teacher for many years as well but I guess this needed another read. Appreciate the feedback.
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