Dead Poets Society

Dead Poets Society

The mid-afternoon eastern sky looks ominous as a storm approaches. The dramatic colors and shapes are worthy of a Romantic poet or painter. This was not just sound and fury - though it was that too - but a full-on thunderstorm followed by buckets of welcome rain. Keep those verses flowing, ye poets!
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