A Poem #3

This poem was written around 1993 or 1994.

Stormy Weather

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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