Storm

The children lay in their beds,
waiting for the storm to go,
sheltering with sheets over their heads
while the winds rage and blow.

Neighbors down the street have heard
these tempests a time before,
and though the storm may move onward
it brews always next-door.

The dark clouds finally part
and the stormfront passes by,
but the thunder is still in his heart,
the rains still in her eye.

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