The once perfect world I knew is changing.
I use to not mind the rain.
Nor the stripes that colored the sky.
The rainbows that appeared
In the seal of a promise.
I've prayed that things remained the same.
To no avail,
The floods have yet to avert
In a violent flash of white.
The thunder continues to rage on.
The Oceans rise.
A cause to worry.
As the landslides have gotten worse.
Leaving behind it's streaks.
Plants, trees. soaked,
Unrooted in wrath.
A writhing tornado
Carried by the constant stream.
The once perfect world I knew is changing.
How do I stop your anger
When I know it's your nature
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