when a storm comes by, you expect it to passafter nature exhibits it's wonder
it's untimely ability to sweep across land
it's triumphs of determination over emotion
only coupled with the awe, encapsulated
by its grandeur, majesty, merciless.
Beauty accompanied by menace,
an ominous site for any being
you expect it to pass.
After the trees and their trunks
cars and their masters
homes and their residents
have all stood within
the eye of the storm,
you expect it to pass.
Sometimes it doesn't,
the clear sky never looked so distant.
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