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SUMMER STORM Donna Pucciani Together we watch the storm roll in from the northeast, bending the trees earthward, hydrangeas whipping the heads of daisies into the garden’s hard thirst. We need the rain, we murmur as we sip coffee at the kitchen table, penciling the daily crossword, gathering quiet from the ceiling light as the clouds grow dark and hail puckers the dahlias in a shower of stones. When the sky brightens, a certain grace pervades the silent dripping of leaves, wrapping the lawns in ribbons.

Donna Pucciani

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Permafrost Magazine Summer Issue, 36.2  
Permafrost Magazine Summer Issue, 36.2