Great curving thunderheads
Loomed once across anxious skies
Now just another cloudburst

Swarms of clouds attend it
Even a few tornadoes spin to life
Grandchildren at an elder’s knee

A nebulous swirl, ever downgraded
Nameless now, eye closed forever
Abstract puffs of weather radar green

Once whipped the billows high
Seawater surging inland, relentless
Now a gentle blanket of raindrops

How could fear have ever sprung
From spun mists now so toothless
Cumulus named only to be forgotten

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