The Coming Storm

She will strike without warning, she will stay.
She’ll disturb the flora and fauna below.
We won’t expect her, bathed in her warm glow,
Awash in the relief from a cold day.

She is oblivious; she doesn’t know this.
She is unaware of her own brute strength.
We must prepare for this force at great length,
This coming storm’s the nemesis of bliss.

Alas, we must remember our findings.
This is no mere storm, this is another chance,
A time to apply what we know at a glance,
To not chain ourselves in those old bindings.

Prepared, we stand fast, facing the ocean.
We’ve no other way to confront this storm.
Her third assault will be far from the norm,
But still we proceed and embrace that notion.

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