it's raining.
cold.
miserable out.
the wind
rocks the house. trees
are swaying.
i peek out the door
and shiver.
i stamp my feet in the hall.
the sky
is alive with lighting.
it may snow.
it might all turn to ice
by sunrise
if there is a sun left
after
this storm.
but i need a stick a butter.
so off
i go.
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