Tue. Jun 25th, 2024

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Not even the flawless blue sky

Can escape the storm underway.

The grey cloud curtains closing in

Preces a drumroll from within.

Sudden squalls emit raging howls

Like demonic masquerades and their growls.

But the roaring encore is not left behind,

For bolts blast notes too horrid for the mind.

Townspeople fail to find a heaven sound

As only the wrath of water exists abound.

Gale forces push the rain towards eyes

That are blustered by singers that shriek and cry.

A tempestuous musical finale’s end

Is the coat of trash, deaths, floods, and other rends.

Emma Brennan is a Media and Culture major with a minor in Digital Marketing.

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