stalking the heavens
like a curse she arrives,
rolling in silent in flashes
at first, leaping across the
stratosphere, gathering speed,
finding her voice; lashing out!
violently, with vengeance on her
mind! the rain will soon follow
in torrents of weeping angels,
that have gathered in protest,
Mother Nature doesn't care.
l.w. russell (c) 2013...
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