The resultant resonance expounds sounds
Crackling off canyons, creating crashing --
Reverberates, invigorates -- It pounds
The silence down with violent clashing!
Afterward, water falls, gently released
From the darkly sodden, swollen nimbus.
Falling in straight stripes, a welcome surcease
For the torn land - showers from Olympus.
Not of thunderstorms, but of love I write --
Racing through the land of the heart this night.
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Note:
This is my attempt to write in a fashion I am not used (well-suited?) to.
Let's see: a sonnet has 14 lines of 10 syllables and one of the rhyming
forms is ababcdcdefefgg, right?
I don't know if it's cool by the forms to end a sentence in the middle of a
line, so sorry if that's not kosher, and I probably screwed up a syllable
count somewhere...
Comments and criticism are welcome.