This poem was written around 1993 or 1994.
The skies are dark and gray
The sun rays are no where to be seen
I know what is about to happen
Because of the dark, stormy weather
The wind is like a feather
Light and free-flowing
And has no idea where it’s going
It’s so dark outside
I can hardly see where familiar things ride
I’m seeing the stormy weather
Through my window like a punk
Cause I can’t stand the stormy weather funk.
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