The Storm

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The Storm

Once fell
a drop of rain,
with it came
many others,
spreading their wings
and taking
their very first steps,
thunder letting itself
be heard
shouting its name
throughout the heavens,
lightning weaving
through the clouds,
for a moment,
bright,
but then all is dark,
then the wind dances by,
taunting me
with its flowing beauty,
then I set still for a moment,
imagining myself as a cloud,
staring down into
the eye of the storm,
the eye staring back at me,
then I see that the storm is over,
leaving nothing
but a stream of colors,
beautiful colors.





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