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Mad Skies

Raging cold winds were felt,
rain poured down the asphalt.
Zeus released his thunderbolt,
bay's strong waves won't halt.
Once this Thunderous rage calms,
can't wait to touch Blue Skye's palms.
As I shelter from the assault,
my thoughts were misdealt.
While thinking of her, I knelt.
Prayed that she won't be spilt.