The above screams.
The under churns at our beat.
In the blackness, we stop at one of the flows,
where the gray one drinks-long and unhurried-
As the tall ones,
In their browns and greens,
And buck
Under the falls.

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Thomas (Tommy) Lepore is a senior at Chapman University, who plans to attend graduate school next year. A lover of books and writing from a young age. He aspires to become an English professor and write during the summer and holidays. Outside of poetry like "Storm," Tommy enjoys reading and writing fiction-specifically fantasy fiction, like The Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings and the Song of Ice and Fire. He is currently revising his novel, which he hopes to get published one day.