Perfect Storm

Tears fall from the sky.

Rain is just its replacement without a reason why.

It's time to tell this perfect storm goodbye.

 

Black folds into gray in a most obscure way.

Storm clouds rip through the atmosphere.

A hurricane is near.

A tornado is here.

A catastrophe is next to occupy it's sudden guest.

A perfect storm at its very best.

 

Let the hail cling tight to nature's rail.

Embracing the fusion that breaks the illusion.

Ready to inform this perfect storm.

 

 

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