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The first of the four storms

has come alive because

a single cloud layer,

advances,

taking away any doubt

we’re all about to be flooded. 

The prediction of course

has always been,

an absolute downpour

with no relief in sight. 

Grace plays her part,

wearing her tiny outfits

forecasting on live tv. 

I can’t help but take notice

that this time, 

she’s probably right,

we have something to fear. 

She’s the girl

so heavily in charge,

she and her sensitive charms

instructing walls be built. 

I shout so very loudly

“I’m safely guarded now!”

Grace, 

so handsomely beautiful

 she’s the only one

 I recognize and admire.