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STORM WARNING
Blue skies, but dark water, is a clear warning of the coming of a storm in the early morning. Above me the sky is a strange shade of blue, yet the lake waters are quite a different hue. The deeper the water, the darker it will get, a bottomless vision it seems to be, and yet, I feel no fear of the oncoming storm warning. I look up and see the blue sky of mourning. The despair that floods me I won't forget. Mother Nature turns vixen, a very safe bet! The wind picks up speed and turns colder, somehow I am aware of being much older. I turn away from the lake with water so dark, No song of the birds, no sign of meadowlark. Once inside my home, so safe and sound, I listen to wind and rain start to come down. A true storm warning comes with the sky, a lesson long ago learned, a fool such as I. I will survive this storm, and others to come, for God's in control, when all's said and done. Countrymom 8/22/10
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