and shakes this place of rest.
All that wishful thinking
burst here in one request.
Unplanned and sudden, this is
a storm full of wind and rage;
so much power in these clounds
dims to memory on this page.
It is a tiny ounce of the power of God
and it might be quiet within the hour,
a reminder: today's storm will pass by
and it's our choice whether to be sour.
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