Weathering Weather

Gray clouds, strewn across the sky.

The gloom of impending storms.

Clouds grow darker, becoming near black.

Droplets of rain begin to fall.

Wind, ever stronger with each passing moment.

Fear begins to grow.

People scatter.

In search of shelter they go.

What will life be like after?

No one knows.

Hope is all that remains.

The wind, blowing harder,


What will become of those left exposed?

Who will help them?

Will the creator of all protect them?

Will the demon that dwells below try to claim them?

The darkness of weather, can bring fear.

Only hope remains.


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