storm rages without,
woman rages within.
no meteorologist,
no man,
could have seen it coming,
blind to the greying clouds,
senseless to the burning-wire scent
of building fury.
it seems all blue-sky beauty,
a bearing akin
to cumulous tufts of vapour.
she is sunny and bright,
until fluffy clouds are ripped open
with shouting thunder and lightning strikes.
then man-meteorologist
is blind to the storm
no more.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
storm rages without,
woman rages within.
no meteorologist,
no man,
could have seen it coming,
blind to the greying clouds,
senseless to the burning-wire scent
of building fury.
it seems all blue-sky beauty,
a bearing akin
to cumulous tufts of vapour.
she is sunny and bright,
until fluffy clouds are ripped open
with shouting thunder and lightning strikes.
then man-meteorologist
is blind to the storm
no more.
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