Day 68
Ghastly dark clouded sky,
Is this a warning, asking us to hide?
Lightning has begun to strike,
You are soon going to pour down
With all your might.
I fear what’s coming on tonight.
Show mercy, cause no havoc this time.
A Storm’s Coming
Tea and Prose
Into Words 
The buildings with so many windows crowding the photo are just as scary or unpleasant to look at as you anticipate the storm to be. The clouds themselves are strangely enchanting, like a dark cloak from some mysterious visitor who looks intimidating but silently wishes you no harm.
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You fascinate me. The clouds seem to be a lot like you, mysterious friend.
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🙂 But, it’s you who has RAIN in her name.
And, if you ever want to dispel some of the mystery, my mailbox longs for your company.
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