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Weather’s War by L. M. Montes

The rising sun kissed the horizon
peeking shyly above the edge of Earth,
as it climbs in steady gait,
beaming arms of light ready themselves
to slice through the day.

Clouds compete,
and waft across the sun,
arresting light till the day is done.

Then in gusts wind blows its breath,
and rescues sun’s beams glory light.

On and on this fight is fought,
until the elements blame and gust,
not caring who below it harms,
as long as all get what they want.