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I’m a cow
standing and chewing 
nary a care
in the world 
until that is
clouds begin growing 
on the horizon 
each one darker
and wider until 
they stretch beyond 
side to side 
and then me
and my friends 
make a run 
for it but 
not away together 
but towards because 
we know that 
storms need time 
to grow stronger 
and meeting them 
when they’re weaker 
means less rain