It’s My Choice

by reginadee2014

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It’s My Choice

Regina Puckett

 

Black skies grumbled in a new morning

Doing its upmost to send out a warning

Lightning aimed its rancor toward the ground

Thunder rumbled its distain with each sound

But I decided not to pay any heed to the weathervane

Let lightning strike, thunder boom and the sky pour rain

My mood isn’t determined by what the skies have to say

It’s my choice whether or not I have a bad or good day

 

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