Weather God

Wind rain and the bone chill of cold
Is this the anger of the weather god sending us merely made of flesh a warning?
A warning not to stand to tall in the order of things
A warning of how brick and cement hardened for a hundred years can crumble and be washed away in a mere moment
Or is it to teach us that from all bad there is always better
From all wind rain and cold
There will be calm sun and warmth
Let us all heed its warnings

poem by lindsay Dougherty
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