Nor'easter morning

It's interesting waking up to sounds of the rain,
Winds howl as if waves crashing, so profoundly.. its quaint,
Hearing them break on the windows like they're sand dunes
It's 5 AM, no sunshine, instead, this mornings high rise is dead,
Natures flak cannons pepper outside, those banshees are screens,
All my joints are sore, oddly I'm cold and I'd rather just sleep,
So maybe an hour, or two, however long the rains will cast
is that fleeting feeling I choose to dance with in dreams.

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