When you don’t expect a thunderstorm,
It
sure can take its toll,
Being
at the mercy of a power
Out
of your control.
You
can hide or duck for cover
Or
confront it and get soaked,
For
the rage that it embodies
Needs
no cause to be provoked.
And
eventually it passes
Which,
for everybody’s sake,
Is
a welcome calm, but repercussions
Linger
in its wake.
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