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(03/06/1959 / Chicago)

A Storm is Brewing


A storm is brewing
I can feel it in the air
A storm is brewing
And it’s filled with despair

A storm is brewing
I can feel it in my bones
A storm is brewing,
And I’m all alone

Something is coming
I hear the big drops
Something is coming
And I can’t stop it

The storm is near
This is clear
The storm is near
I’m filled with fear

The wind screams a cry
Chills run down my spine
The wind howls like pain
I try to escape the rain

2 days after I wrote this, my husband told me he did not love me anymore and said he wanted a divorce.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Edited: Sunday, November 06, 2011

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