A Storm Surge “Poem”

All was quite last night like the silence of an extinct civilization

There were no signs of winds or birds around

The weather reminds us of the story of Noah and his Ark and the great flood

A storm is approaching like the strokes of Vivaldi violin

The storm Elsa is walking past the Tampa bay

The wrath of Thor is whispering to our ears from the television

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