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Apr 2017
Storms do not last.
The rain started to fall on the window sill.
Harder and harder as I sat still.
Thunder and lighting soon turn to wind.
As the night begins.
I look out the window once more.
There I saw snow on the ground.
Blowing and bitter cold.
The storm stopped and the night was quiet.
For storms don't last forever
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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