The Storms Above
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ivoryannalise
ivoryannaliseWriter, Reader, YouTuber, and Artist
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The storms maybe above us, but they surround us no less.
A poem about the great stormy above.

The Storms Above

by ivoryannalise

The white puffs of cotton slowly roll in,

Until the sky is blanketed in nothing but white.

They rumble and tumble,

Growl and strike,

Like untamed beasts.

Until there's nothing left,

But the pouring rain.

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