Storm Galloping in on a turbulent tide, Flashing, booming, cracking, A war of air rivers, hot and cold, heavy and moisture pregnant. It has no concern for children. We burrow together, nerves strained, entwined bodies our weapon against the monster. Like rams, unimpeded in a wide expanse, rivers race toward each other, heads colliding and shaking and wringing out tears that fall on a tin roof. ~~~WSR
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