The Storm
Summary: Poem written for the open mic night, Roars and Rhythms 2.
Date: 08/10/2013
Related: none

Nov 15, 3013 — Rhythms and Brews. Amidst the Pro-Reversion architecture of stone streets, the restaurant has dim lighting and familiar smells of coffee. A small bar is at the center of the room, with tall tables and a few couches spread about.

The storm rolls, like nothing ever experienced
It’s not good
or bad.
It is.
Pure, destructive, and powerful.
There is no pleading with nature.
It is not good or bad. No matter what it brings on it’s wings.
Or how much we wish it wasn’t

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