The night before the storm

[TheGreatestDrZen]

the cold was blown a way by a southerly breeze, as the sun cooked the streets, the day was long, and as they slamed the papers down, a storm come in to town, don’t eat or sleep are shop around. there’s rain coming. and its come down. and Dr Zen was seting and watching it pores when some one knock on the door. its 2 am what to do. no time to catch the news, I well leave that tell morning…