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Brewing Storm

The brewing storm stirs up
       chasing men on foot
        chasing chariots with wheels
        i sit and stare 
        in compelling wonder
    does the wind chase?
  why run for the brewing storm
                          i watched,
     even the trees bow in acknowledgement
                         i watched as the sky carefully dressed itself in black
                         the strength to ask why is what i lack
            i listened to its fierce whispers
             the sky is about to cry, it says
         my body shivers
       as its coldness swims down my spine
       and all i could do was gulp in
       the scents of unfallen rain
      ...close my eyes
 and enjoy whatever blessings 
 it has to shower...

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