I felt the mist today
the brutal gust of tyrants
sting of droplets as future puddles manifested
soaked drenched clothing clinging to my body....
bitter cold rested on my face
and found a home
I saw the trees being beat and battered
the leaves were the innocent bystander that fell
victim
I heard the crash of branches like the
crunching of bones in iron jaws
I smelled the humidity that will embellish any
death or odd odor for weeks
I had a taste in my mouth of dirty
residue left by this irregular occurrence
Yet none of this,
any of it,
compared to the destruction you have done
By not doing anything.
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