storm fronts

i am today
the bleak and cold
the driving rain

the clouds that gather
over mountain peaks

the thunderheads
that roll across
sun blighted meadow

i am the spiteful
spit of biting hale

the sting of pain
the gust that tears
at leaves and trees

and howl of rage
at streams
and rising seas

i am the heat
of lightning strikes
the fury of the night

the rising gale
the baleful dirge
of wind

the sin of daring fuels my core
i am all of it and more

-dave kavanagh

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