Beautiful storm.
Such strength.
Perfectly loud,
Interestingly calm,
Devoutly quiet,
Light and shine.
Fall silver, sparkling drops
of heaven's tears onto my face.
Flashes and streaks of
rage and passion
draw me up,
up into the sky.
Toss about not rain and winds,
but dreams and desires instead.
Beautiful storm.
Such strength.
Such life.
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