STORM WARNING

                    A hurricane portends as we prepare
                    By laying in provisions, battening down
                   The furniture outside and taking care,
                    As all our neighbors are about the town.
                    Just now there is no evidence of harm,
                     The trees but gently wafting in the breeze,
                     And so I pray a kind, protective charm
                     Will keep us safe from hail and crashing trees.
                     Yet as I write, the rain intensifies,
                     The sun has nearly sunken in the west,
                     And what now will befall till it arise
                     We cannot say, but may we all be blessed.
                      A threat like this reminds us that above
                     All else, we need to treasure what we love.

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