Stormy weather

Leaves crisp and brown rustle in the wind

I can feel the foreboding of a preternatural storm coming

I see dark clouds in the distance

And know it’s time to prepare

I see creatures on the move

Scuttling around everywhere.

The leafless branches whip in the wind

There’s speckles of rain now in the air

A chill is now reaching out only the brave or foolish will dare

Venture out into what’s to come

A storm of epic proportions

To wash away the things that are wrong

And leave a freshness in the air

It will wreak and leave such destruction

But maybe also a cause for hope

To build again from the ground up

Something that’s needed most

New beginnings, brand new start

Or will it revert back to the old ways

If it does my friend the storms will continue to come

Time and time again.,

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