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God of Storms

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The sky let go last night

I drove through

Snow on snow

With an audiobook

For company

My guardian angel up above

The car

Inside the storm,

Laughing at

What God hath wrought

Inside the night

White under black

Squeegee of tires

Up to traffic lights

Hoping that each car

Would stay where it belonged

As my tires

Turned the wrong way

Tried to do

A contest with

The storm of Ba’al on

The altar of the Lord

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C L Couch

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snowfall in december

Photo by Jessica Fadel on Unsplash

Thornton, United States

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