The blast across the river
Blowing kisses at the waves
Clouds are throwing blankets
Not the kind that comfort craves
Moody warnings fill the air
As turmoil hits the ground
Scattering directions
No sign to refuge can be found
Symphonies of driving forces
Are tuning up to sound insane
Chaotic choirs screaming shrill
Discordant chants of hurricane
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