Storm Season
B
Barry Middleton
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heat hangs heavy
in wet silent air
clouds are brewing
telling me to beware
weather is changing
and not for the good
it seems like a threat
to frail brotherhood
the season of storm
the season of flood
the rumble of thunder
is chilling my blood
the sound is a gun
the winds are a fire
the tempest erupts
with will and desire
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