The serpent’s silvery scales flash.
It dives to splintering treetops,
slithering between the heavy drops.
It arcs between dour clouds
stirring up their cacophonous cries.

It bolts to the ground, strikes me
with awe, as I watch
from the doorstep. I hide
just behind the curtain
that pours down from the eaves,
where the storm serpent cannot find me.

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