The Storm is Coming

I have seen the clouds darken
A strange haze fills the sky.

I run to the shelter
I find the others waiting.

It is supposed to be safe here
I am glad that I’m not alone.

Before the wind takes its toll,
Rustling leaves sound the alarm

Mighty trees bend in humble waves
When will the rain cleanse the dust?

The sun will rise again tomorrow.
Soon, we will see what’s left.

William Wayne Smith

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