field brown is dingy
grass is achingly green…
Weather
wind whistles
in the window…
it’s just another downpour…
thunder and lightning,
on a smaller scale,
but closer seems
bigger, weightier…
A morning’s first breeze, when you step outside, door close…
Nora wouldn’t look at Charlie.
He couldn’t know how the wind screaming at the corners of the house had already torn the shutters off her…
my driveway is covered
and no one asked me if i was on board with this crap
i dont appreciate the lack of notice…
A flower whips,
side to side,
in a swirling breeze…
It may rain,
later on today,
or be windy,
or even snow…
Booming from the sky,
like a weeping lullabye,
Pouring down below…
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