The weather found
Born yonder east flickering behind the rolling sky.
Majestic birth of light governs wonders for new and old eyes.
Though northern winds crash and whistle around walking legs under hooded collar of wet yet thick, warm, heavy coat.
Screwed up eyes know light shines bright between the lines of driving rain causing splash on tarmac roads.
Heavy sway of branch and leaf rustling all around. Faced down onwards walk - no run as pointless now the weather found.
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