Precursor

The storm carried on, thoughtless

Product of cause and effect

Bearing down on sense of security

Weathering confidence

Things oft change in a hurry

Will we plunge into night?

Will we huddle up, warm under flickering lights?

Blighted trees, twisting in the wind

Know this

Your first taste of spring

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