A cool breeze blowing through the night
Touching all within its path.
Blowing clouds across the sky
Stirring stirring towards its wrath.
It gathers, in places of heat
Rises high among the clouds
It billows, it boils
From its chains the tempest unleashed
Blowing straight from darkened east.
Thunder crashes, lightning flashes
Rain hammers the land in sheets.
You sit, a metal roof over head
Hearing the thunder, feeling no dread.
You sigh and close your eyes
Grateful for another day Alive.
RedRavenPoems 
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