You know a storm before it comes.

The signs, well, they always find a way to warn.

The yellowing tinge of the sky.

The way the wind hits the palms.

The feeling of the change. The one animals taste.

Better than you ever could.

The signs in your head, the click, and you think.

Well, you think you’re daydreaming.

But, as a soul, we know the dark before it lands.

Because we felt it echo.

On the strings of the Fates, and the heart lines of the gods.

And when I heard the news. And when the warning bells sang.

And when my stomach felt tight. And my tears bristled.

I wish it was because of the weather.

I wish it was only a storm that brought simple lightning.

But misfortune comes as a wave. And the water has a sound if only we had listened.

Listened to the telltale tinge of storms.

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Special thanks to: Bob Gerkin, Collin Pearman, Dylan Alexander, Jerry Banfield, Michael The Comic Nerd,  Pulsatilla Pratensis, and Thomas J. West.

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