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The storm is full of petty threats:
hail, lightning, thunderous bravado...
and my dog falls for every one of its tricks.
He's not accustomed to such growling from the skies;
for him, each boom and flash of light is a sign of attack,
a report of bombs or other atrocities
steadily nearing our position.
He doesn't understand the gift in a rainstorm,
that these mountains are one day further away
from becoming like those damning desert sands
that can teach such hates;
He doesn't understand how,
even within these extremes,
he is safe.
He will not take comfort;
He cannot believe.
.
hail, lightning, thunderous bravado...
and my dog falls for every one of its tricks.
He's not accustomed to such growling from the skies;
for him, each boom and flash of light is a sign of attack,
a report of bombs or other atrocities
steadily nearing our position.
He doesn't understand the gift in a rainstorm,
that these mountains are one day further away
from becoming like those damning desert sands
that can teach such hates;
He doesn't understand how,
even within these extremes,
he is safe.
He will not take comfort;
He cannot believe.
.
We adopted a dog from Kuwait. He's not into the rainstorm thing.
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