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Dark, ominous, almost savage in appearance
They suddenly came into view
No hint of being brewed
With a BLAST! of gray and a BURST of sound
They gradually made their way
A forewarning? A foreboding?
Of the years that lie ahead?
Our mother's way of releasing?
Venting?
Her wrath?
When Spring and Summer have become Winter
When Autumn is no longer...
What is right?
What went wrong?
Has the external become a reflection
Of our essence?
A ROAR!
A FLASH!
Oh, please dear Dear
O merciful one!
We BEG of you!
The air is electric, volatile
Pregnant with her anger!!
We Tremble with Fear...
Teeth chattering, knees knocking
We Cower in Fear...
Eyes closed, hands clenched
Lips mumbling a silent prayer
Of mercy, MERCY!
O HAVE MERCY!
AND THEN!
She weeps...
Gently
Soothingly
Affectionately
Embracing us, cuddling us, loving us
Wet but Warm
In harmony, in agony
In ecstasy
Our spirit too begins to weep...
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