The Storm
Rain taps on a window, painless
cocoa is heated in pots, stainless
a crow calls a loud caw, shameless
all awaiting an impending storm
The rain gets harder and faster, falls
the wind rattles against the walls
Small creatures hide in trees, tall
all have waited for the storm
Raging elements and destruction, how
a natural massacre through only, clouds
life thrown from it's home, now
In time and space, a rip has been torn
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