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Storm

It comes without warning,
Roaring like rage,
Then settles,
Gives up,
Like a bird in a cage.
It never quite leaves you,
just digs a deep hole,
then waits at the bottom,
'til Thunder can roll.

Author notes

This is quite old. Wrote it about a year ago i think.
Written February 27th, 2005

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