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On this morning Thomas awoke 
Ready to take on a forecast predicting he would get soaked 
Still doubting thinking meteorology was a joke 
Headed outside 
Winds blowing no lie 
Running back under covers 
Twenty four hours washed out waiting for another 
Throughout the rainy day 
Wondering if everything was okay 
“I have nothing to say” 
Doubting Thomas peeked out to skies angry and grey 
But for a second a glimmer of sun 
Storm must be done 
Opened the door 
And there was good old Danny on his stage floor 
“We are in the eye 
Bad weather has not said good bye
Could you spare a nickel and dime? 
For the information I told you on my mind” 
Securing all his shutters 
Doubting Thomas prayed to the Holy Mother 
Hoping this will end 
Leaving the destructive mess to mend 
Bed is the place to be 
Tomorrow work to pick up the debris 
Due to Dan 
Monitoring his five and dime climate stand 
Doubting Thomas was not in a life threatening jam 
Only to hear the message ‘stay at home’ 
‘All alone’
‘Sit by the phone’ 
‘For the call
That is all’ 
This was an honest warning 
Informing 
Reporting that water is pouring 
Instead of ignoring 
About this time that was not boring 
Since Thomas must 
Prepare to fix damage from the element’s fuss 
Without any cuss 
Replacing it with community trust 
It is a lesson in concern 
Knowledge stand firm 
For others not to get burned 
Getting caught in a situation 
Where they are facing 
Natural trouble 
Distant from their corporate bubble

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