Storms Never Last

I hear thunder in the distance

Something strange is in the air

A cold wind is blowing

Like a whisper thru my hair.

The sun turns to darkness

The sky as black as night

My blood runs colder

A feeling of inner fright.

Icy breezes like fingertips

Brush against my face

I pray this storm passes quickly

And never leaves a trace.

I believe deep in my heart,

As my mind recalls the past

The sun soon will shine again...

Storms never last.

Corky Ferguson

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