Storm
Galloping in on a turbulent
tide,
Flashing, booming, cracking,
A war of air rivers, hot and
cold,
heavy and moisture pregnant.
It has no concern for
children.
We burrow together, nerves
strained,
entwined bodies our weapon
against the monster.
Like rams, unimpeded in a
wide expanse,
rivers race toward each
other,
heads colliding and shaking
and wringing out tears that
fall on a tin roof.
~~~WSR
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