FURY IN THE SKIES
Cold air brushes harshly against our faces,
Through a grey dark cloud awakes us,
A glimpse of sun so bright to shine,
A marvelous sight for any eyes;
A true reminder east and west,
The storms retreat upon request,
As nature calls to let it rest.
Fury in the skies been blessed.
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Another Poem About Weather
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The feeling of being drained of energy inspired this silly piece of poetry.
Memorial poem for my brother who was a farmer struck down with cancer at an early age of forty five.
Memories are moments to cherish forever. Write them down. You'll be surprised by the interest in what you or your loved ones have done.