The January Storm
The thunder is grumbling...
the rain is a-tumbling,
the clock ticks it's tap in the storm.
The cat laying near me and she is quite jumpy,
my blanket is soft fleecy warm.
The windows are brightening from powerful lightening,
though in between-the sky is so dark
Energy penetrates, nature luminates
pondering the great Noahs’ ark.
Soon shall be gone- I wish with a yawn,
though nature is greater than I…
Patience is a virtue and nature a nurture;
the flowers need rain from the sky.
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