The Devil is Beating His Wife… a poem

island during golden hour and upcoming storm
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THE DEVIL IS BEATING HIS WIFE

Even as the storm clouds were brewing on the horizon the sun refused to give up its glory.

Even as the precipitation came down in buckets, raining cats, and dogs, the sun refused to give up its glory.

Even as the lightning traversed the sky in the distance to dance in a blaze of light the sun refused to give up its glory.

Even as the thunder rolled across the plain echoing against a backdrop of angry, nimbus clouds the sun refused to give up its glory.

You see, on days like this, it is said that the devil is beating his wife!

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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