Spring storm

The skies are filled with lightning and thunder.
Nature’s orchestra’s playing a quartet
And everything’s going horribly under
While we keep drinking tea tet-a-tet.

Power lines wires swing, twist and howl,
Piercing winds respond to the eerie baton
Of Eternal conductor. Nature’s concert most foul
Is suddenly over when you have had your tea and is gone.


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