OK, I'm releasing this patch. :-) Storm Front J. M. Strother The tempest rises on strong sudden winds, As the skies darken to that eerie green. Now flash of lightning, then roll of thunder; So off to the cellar we quickly go, To cower there from the approaching storm. My wide eyed children tremble so with fear, Helpless, I hold them closely to my breast; Above, we hear the roaring of the beast. Then just as quickly as the tempest came, A stillness falls upon the out of doors. We strain our ears, find that all is quiet. And soon sunshine peaks through the window panes. Outside, song birds herald now new blue skies. In joyous praise we gladly raise our eyes.

 
~jon
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