There’s a storm brewing
Winds raging, lightning strikes near
Thunder claps along
Wizards watch with glee
From the safety of their lairs
Raining down vengeance
And the wildness flows
From dark clouds filled with anger
Take that, you heathens
I know, I know! I write a lot of these silly poems about storms, but I haven’t gotten it just right yet, so I’ll keep on trying. The storms out here at Doright Manor are epic. Words just fall short of describing their majesty.
Peace, people!
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Well.. I think you have some wonderful bits here my dear, so stop doing yourself down. Keep storm watching and let’s have more xxxxxxxxxx
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Thank you! As long as I live in Florida I likely won’t run out of storms.
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Listen your line about the hat and the wizard is brilliant. We live by the North Sea, we never run out of storms either. Keep capturing them xxxxxxxxxx
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Perfect. Good lord, I haven’t seen a full day of sunshine since probably June! – Marty
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It’s been nuts out here.
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Scary, anyway
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Sometimes! When my brave cat insists on going inside I know I’m in a bit of danger.
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Keep it up, Leslie. Few things are as invigorating and inspirational than a good violent thunderstorm.
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They fascinate me!
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