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Summer Storm
| The day is hot and sticky, The air is calm and wet. I’m sitting in the tree shade My body soaked with sweat. No clouds to challenge sunshine Above the sky is bright and blue, But on the distant west horizon Dark storm clouds start to brew. A breeze now stirs around me Feeling chill against my skin, As dark clouds race above me; There’s a cold front moving in. Now the sky is dark and angry, It’s filled with clouds of gray. The howling wind surrounds me Forcing trees to bend and sway. Booming thunder shakes the heavens Blue-white lightning rips the sky. I hasten to the house for shelter As dust and debris goes flying by. This summer day is ending And I stretch and give a yawn; Peaceful sleep soon overcomes me As the storm’s fury rages on. |
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My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
