Prompt: Rain, snow, or a storm
The sky looks angry. It matches your face.
It knows all the storms we've set.
You're like Poisidon with your triton.
You're only going to sink my ships.
Pelting rain blinds my sailors sight,
But I tell them "no fear, push on."
The thing is, I wish you hadn't boiled over.
Even in this hurricane, I never want you gone.
Your lightening bolts flash in the sun when
the sky is blue. I thought I'd done it all right.
Your voice is booming, shaking grounds.
Brace yourselves, men. There's a storm tonight.
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