Storms & Ink

streaking and striking windowpanes, 
the wind, 
full-belly gusts of righteous anger, 
bangs and clangs and howls 

the snow whips at the paved streets, 
swirled in little hurricanes, 
rising to the sun

and here it is, 
arriving with the might of a thundercloud, 
it approaches, 
the storm. 

The End

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