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Ever over,
ever under,
Flash of light and sound of thunder,
Hail like marbles, freezing drizzle,
Ice you can't break with a chisel.
Funnel
clouds and winds a-whistling,
People quiet, people listening,
Weather raging, never stopping,
In the alleys, street lights popping.
Rivers
rising, towns are flooding,
Trees are freezing, never budding,
Avalanches in the mountains,
Then they burst like fiery fountains.
Weather
raging and destroying,
Calmness we're no more enjoying,
Wild Fires ever spreading,
And each day we're more than dreading.
Violent
weather, only starting,
Weathermen are always charting,
Looking for a bright tomorrow,
All they find is pain and sorrow.
Look
ahead and see what's coming,
What you see is more than numbing,
More bad weather in the forecast,
Midnight hour, now it's half past.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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