Exceptional Sometimes April wets the earth with more than showers. The Storms of April by BethShelby Minute Poetry Contest contest entry

When April storms begin to build my heart is thrilled The scent of rain beguiles my brain. The sky turns black with roiling rage  and sets the stage for spring’s new birth  upon our earth. The flashing lightning splits the sky Cicadas cry Their years have passed They're free at last. Recognized Author Notes Maybe I'm a little strange. I've been in enough tornados to know better, but there is something about a thunderstorm which I find thrilling. Cicadas spend either 13 or 17 years in the ground. In Spring they emerge to fill the air with sound.

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