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The Skies are Whispering of an Approaching Storm.
What I Hear tells me that it's Ver Near.
Clouds begin to Rumble, the Sound is deafening to my Ear.
Be Cautious of the Beauty in a Storm, it's something to Fear.
I Watch in Wonder, How Long Will it Last?
I've Taken Shelter, Clear of its Path.
The Rain Starts Falling Harder, than I've Ever Seen.
I Can't Wait till it Passes and the Air Smells So Clean.
Creeks and Rivers Start to Rise, claiming everything as its Prize.
All Happening Before my Very Eyes.
I So Enjoy Watching Peeking Through My Door.
Storms Come Looking Like They Have a Chore.
I'l be Here Watching the Next Time You Come Once More...

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