Weather Vein

Fast rain is a sound instrument.
Rhythm flies in stalls: down word.

Obedience is paining with use, 
by the preposition's hand.

Framed pictures accuse light 
of never changing again.

Extreme storms cloud the 
consistent that a theme demands.

Supply problems are the weather plague 
playing music with the instrumental price.

How much for another thunder head? 
How many picnics can we lightning 

according to comma and Mr. Death?
ee, you were my flat tire 

with that beautiful tornado 
forever on our horizon.

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