Hoping for the best, just hoping nothing happens

I'm starting to think the birds have the right idea-
fly away when things aren't how you want them

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The words are a hurricane, spinning and blowing and whirling out of control. Yet, some of them are so calm and serene, like a warm summer's rain- the kind where you reach for your umbrella, then realize it sounds so much better to get a little wet than to ruin the natural way of things.