Stormy Night

In times of peril, the moon rises.

The wind blows harder and harder

      before your eyes.

The sound of thunder comes your way,

The smell of rain to end the day.

Follow the direction of  the storm.

It comes in only one distinct form.

It's furious and angry with its force.

The strength of the wind will

     blow you off course.

Always be grateful for that storm

because it fuels the life borne.

I know it's scary and fills you with fright

Bravely follow it into the night. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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