The Storm (pt. 2)
The storm gathers
Awaited
And begins pouring
Predicted
Then rolls on
Belated
Yet stays strong
Frustrated
The water falls upon the mountains
Which feeds the valleys at their toes
And when sunlight crashes through the stormclouds
It finds flooded waste where once there stood a man
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