Tornado’s

She was ferocious

A tornado

Not to be avoided

But embraced and chased.

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Realm of Eternal Rain

On the outside the day is bright, the sky is clear

In my world

No break in the rain can be seen

The clouds are grey, my only consistency

A reprieve is but a dream

What once was a place of warmth and clarity is now sullied from the constant downpour

In this realm of eternal rain.