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The Last Puddle

Scrap-water,
leftover from the sky’s stormy tantrum.
Kick it, it slaps back,
a thin machine cough.

A van rolls past,
the whole world judders
inside that thumbprint of wet.

Ten minutes,
it’ll vanish
like a rumour
too forgettable
to spread.

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#stormy blossoms ~ beauty refuses a settled forecast

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‘Does this #stormy weather affect your hearing aids, Gramma?’

‘Not really, hon.’

‘That’s good. It’s so windy today.’

‘Actually, I think it’s Thursday.’

‘Well, OK then, I guess it’s Thursday.’

‘Me too. Let’s go to the pub to get a beer. You can drive us.’

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#Stormy rebels spread
their revolutionary manuscripts
to civilize ... Earth.

(Again)
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Sometime in the future, when these #stormy times have come to an end, we'll all look back on these days and say, "What the fuck were we thinking?"
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I hate it when my mind is filled with #stormy thoughts, black clouds punctuated by bursts of worry and illuminated by flashes of panic.
And then, a flash of light cuts through the maelstrom, saying, "Go play a video game and you'll feel better."
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It was a calm evening.
I was one of the guests at the resort, looking forward to a weekend of rest and recuperation.
Then you came, with all that of your Bourbon smile and #stormy eyes.
Each gaze my way, a burning ember that refuses to die; a challenge to keep this strange dance going.

It was a dark and #stormy night.
But it really was.
My daughter was afraid of the loudness of the thunder. Remembering something I had read somewhere, I told her it was just the angels bowling. It calmed her better than I'd hoped as she imagined angels bowling with Jesus.
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At the dissolution of us
she inquired
where we went wrong
and what did become
of our once great relationship

As the song portends
the answer my friend
is blowing in the wind

Untied things
of insecure means
lacking substance
are destined to blow away
when the weather goes #stormy

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#Stormy came with the horizon in her nails,
Pockets full of thunder, breath salted by rain-telling tales.
Her hair was a field of bent grass,
She spoke in quick storms that were bound soon to pass,
And puddles kept prismed footprints while a far radio counted her trails.

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#stormy skies
the air buzzes
with withheld lighting
with restless bees
with synaptic static
as I stumble through
an abandoned field
miles from home.
miles to go

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When I had hair
It was black as shiny shoes
It curled if left uncombed
It tended to the wild
In that we were similar
My first partner and I
We had electricity
You could say that
If you want to say it mild
There are dragons that warred between us
It was alien
Her hair arced up stormy

Planet fall for yet another beleaguered colony that desperately needed supplies. The cloud cover looked #stormy, and Dylan couldn’t remember the last time he had been in a storm. It could prove an interesting experience.

Up there, above the clouds, the Charon orbited. Safe. He hoped.

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It was a dark and #stormy night, which wasn’t all that different from a non-stormy night or, indeed, the day. Rory could still the red outlines of monster encounters, the lit up resources he could gather, and the rain didn’t turn the ground to mud.

But it was dark. Rocks were hard to see

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Bob fixes a wobbly shelf. Nora watches him work and tries not to give advice, since that irks him, especially if she feels she could do it better. #Stormy tension rises when she speaks too soon. He growls, drops everything and lets her do it. She comes prepared.

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Burning trees, stormy
Seas, the land heaving, melting
Into one big soup.
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