At 6 a.m. this morning’s sun
Was
huge and orange-red,
Without
a hint of what the day
Would
be like hours ahead.
For
now the sky is full of clouds
With
not a speck of blue.
That
orange orb is hidden
And
they say a storm's a’brew.
At
least there is a little breeze
So
I can sit until
The
raindrops head my way; by then
I
will have had my fill.
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