The weather man knew it when he looked in my eyes.
Dark clouds were coming and love couldn't stop it.
The silence was piercing as the storm was growing.
Logic was no sun.
Affection was no shelter.
The glum was loss of valuable time.
The weather man knew it when he looked in my eyes.
Hold your heart tight inside your home.
She will soon past....
....just like before.
#NaPoWriMo
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