Storms
Storms
©June 28, 2014
A storm often stirs one’s vivid imagination
It presents much more than childish fascination.
Some will wait for many long hours
To view the clouds and the frightening showers.
Why will such time be relegated to this?
What does one think he will possibly miss?
Is there something that he’s never seen?
Something that would possibly elicit a scream?
Answers to these questions can only be known
If the full extent of his mind is known.
One thing, however, that all can surmise
Is that staying away from them is very wise.
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