Brave the Storm
Contemptuous clouds were looming largely.
Their overhead disdain exuded warm
phlegmatic spittle on me angrily.
Conspiring gales abet the raging storm.
The thunderous claps reverberated
abusive oaths, some four-lettered words --Bang!
and boom! -- resumed throughout the tempested
display. Below, I protested, harangued:
" I stand amidst your heavenly vengeance
composed and wet. Your threats of torrent might
impresses only the meek. If by chance
you see me tremble --not because of fright.
I shiver only from the cold my friend.
Rain! Blow! And Clap! I'll brave it till the end."
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