Ducklings

Pitter! Patter!
The sound of rain as it shatters
The smooth, glass surface
of a lake.
Little ducks take cover
Under the wings of their mothers,
Waiting for stormy, dark clouds
to go away.
Sunlight breaks through!
It is pure and it is true,
Piercing the suffocating black
of the storm.
The ducklings glide
Into the light from the sky,
Basking happily, innocently
in its warmth.

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