Storm Front [Free Verse]

Rain is coming.
I can smell its sweet whiff on the breeze.

A storm prowls out there
beyond my eyes power to see.

But dark clouds hunker in the fore:
the storm's vanguard.

The birds know it's coming.
They've vacated the skies
I know not where. 

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