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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