Talking To the Storm
He walked to the end of the pier to talk to the storm.
Figuring if he stayed calm and emotion-free, it might work.
The storm released a couple of roars and a grumble of thunder.
He extended his arms and felt the air’s temperature plummeting.
The storm was not to be stopped, he knew this now.
He decided to do his best to live with it as it was.
He embraced the mood and headed back inside.
He got into his pajamas and fixed hot cocoa.
He is such an optimist! The ocean reported to the storm.
The storm began splashing rain against the man’s windows.
The man lit a fire and sat down to read one of his favorite novels.
There is nothing like a terrific storm, he told his dog.
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