Where is the Warmth?

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Alone on a gray day, standing, watching
the world before me, bleak, as clouds roll in.
Fierce displays of lightning are bewitching,
taunting me with their twisted deadly grins.
Rumbling thunder draws nearer. Threat’ning
clouds pregnant with water ready to rain.
Morbid thoughts cover the world in a shade
colder than the stone from which I am made.

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