Spring Weather
Spring Weather
Written: by Miracle Man
3-20-2020
Wind no longer whispers through the grass,
but is leaving tracks for all to see.
As i gaze skyward storm clouds amass,
and I’m forced to shelter neath a tree.
Cooling air always means without fail,
(i wasn't born to be a toadstool.)
Lightening flashing, here comes the hail,
standing beneath this tree isn't cool.
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