A storm rages without rhythm
Caring not for animals
Swirling remorseless
Delivering destruction

It swirls not from emotion
Not from wisdom
But from water and warmth
The hand and foot of geography

How can one escape the storm
Only from within
For we are creatures of water and warmth
Bound by our own geography

Come to me when it blusters
For we can be simple animals
Without direction or pacing
Hands waving
Feet stomping
Dancing in the eye of the storm



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