Saturday Morning

Natures toil in thunder rolls,
across laden skies of somber dawn,
teardrop rain streaked window panes,
on this dreary winters morn.

Eyes closed and nowhere to be,
sounds fall as words upon the page,
an eye of the storm on this winters morn,
all given to natures soft rage.

Stoic

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