Funnel
I love when the skies go dark
For me it's a work of art
Knowing it's inevitable
Waiting for the storm to fall
The wind picks up
The rain pounds
And i seek shelter on the ground
The storm sets in motion
I just prepare for the rotation
Let's hope for the best
As we endure mother nature's test
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