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144: Storm Warning

Two nights ago a storm rolled in-

clouds thick with potential,

heavy with secrets.

The whole city went inside-

faces pressed up against window panes,

phones tracking weather updates-

all of us eager to watch

the sky dance

on an empty dance floor.

And it was there-

standing under that wild sky

that I was reminded-

no matter how many

oceans we pollute,

wells we run dry,

roads we pave,

or trees we cut,

we are not in charge here.

All we needed was a storm to remember.

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