Shuffling out of bed to stare
into the gaping maw of night
Provoked, it sends a flash
across the window pane
and roars in great defiance of all
then. . .
a change of direction, of fate. . .
Soothing to the ear, it calms
and settles softly
across the canvas of the earth
lulling its humble subjects into sleep
What a noble saint, the storms!
The power to tear apart lives
and power to bring lives together
All packed tightly among the droplets
but. . .
The stirring winds, malevolent in nature,
end up pulling the strings
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