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Storm

A Poem

By Mother Combs (Sharon)Published 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

The winds will come

As the skies grow dark

The world waiting in anticipation

For the rains to start

Thunder rolls in

Lightening strikes

Bringing the dreaded hail

Tornadoes touchdown

Destroying all in their paths

Life is not all smooth sailing

The storms will come

Instead of hiding

I will face the wind

Stand in the rain

Fearing neither thunder nor lightning

Avoiding the hail and tornadoes

For I will rise above

And ride each storm out

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Mother Combs (Sharon)

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    Written by Mother Combs (Sharon)