There's is a strong breeze through my window blowing,
A heralder of something solemn, that I am sure of knowing,
Watch affixed I do with eyes unblinking,
I see a humongous black cloud, "Oh I wish I were dreaming".
Mean as an executioner, it floats in its way untrammeled,
That even the unremitting time supports it, has left me baffled,
Yet I gather my inner strength undampened,
And brace for its onslaught with my soul heartened.
But a strange fear flashes across my heart I wonder,
Toiled have I, prepared though I am, 'm afraid I might blunder and finally flounder,
Thus easing back on my chair I sit and ponder,
'Is it going to be the welcome rewarding rain, or simply the repugnant chastising thunder.'
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