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CALMED BY THE STORM

Playing tag and tug o' wars,
We look up. The sky, it pours.
Suddenly, a siren roars.
"Children, quickly! Get indoors!"

Clouds appear; the air is still
Like the blades on our windmill.
Suddenly, we feel a chill,
As we run for home, uphill.

Round and round and round it goes,
As the maelstrom loudly blows,
Will it miss us? Heaven knows.
Weather warnings, tornadoes.

Down the road, the lights are dark.
Trees are falling in the park;
Mother Nature leaves her mark.
"Papa should have built an ark!'

Cowering beneath the ground,
Trembling at the angry sound,
Feuding kin finds neutral ground.
Such a moment is profound.

Huddled there in candlelight,
Conflicts fade into the night.
As the storm puts up a fight,
Differences are set to flight.

Crises, dangers, times of fear,
Perils in the atmosphere,
Join us to the ones so dear,
As old grudges disappear.

Hunkering against the storm,
In the basement, safe and warm,
In our sweet sub-level dorm,
We find peace in purest form.

Learn more about this author, Linda Ann Nickerson.
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