The Little Things

Storms

The ground is wet
and the sky's a gloom.
The rain won't stop,
or at least not soon.

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Dance to the rhythm
of the roaring wind
and the crash of waves
like drums!

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I watch from my window
as the soldiers brave the storm
I frown at their struggle
and take comfort in the warm.

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May the roads turn to rivers
and sweat become shivers!
May the sea turn wild
and the washing never dry!

- Monday