A "good weather friend" is like a

A “good weather friend” is like a candle in a storm—

Flickering, sputtering, crackle—the faintest hiss in the dark.

When the skies are clear, the flame sways with a gentle Swoosh,

Casting a delicate glow, its warmth a soft whisper in the calm.

But as the first rumble rolls through the sky, the wind begins to howl,

The candle shudders—flick-flick, a quiver, a gasp of breath.

Its once bright light shrinks, trembling, growing pale and faint—

A snap—it falters, sputtering in the whip of the gale.

Bang—the storm hits with a vengeance, the darkness creeping in,
Whisper—the shadows stretch, the night wraps tight around you.
The candle’s glow—gone, vanished, swallowed by the gasping wind.
Silence presses down—tick-tock, tick-tock, each second a heavy thud,
The storm’s roar—ROAR, the only voice that breaks the night.

In the pitch black, cold fingers of fear claw at your heart—
Drip-drop, the rain falls, pat-pat-pat, echoing the tears you can’t control.
Crack, the warmth you trusted is snuffed out, leaving you in the abyss,
Shivering, lost—alone, with nothing but the thump-thump of your heartbeat,
A broken soul in the darkness, seeking a light that will never shine again.

A “good weather friend” is like a

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