StormI, Alone, Watch the lights, Harbingers of Ominous Crashing. Liquid pours from the sky, Teardrop forms of pure water, My view streaked by watered windows. Light flashes and my shadow is shown, It disappears; I'm with the storm alone. Now... The storm appears anew, sneaking to me, Casting out its lightning and thunder. This time I greet it not alone, And, with her, go out of doors, Greetings the nearing storm. Light and thunder flashed! But we laugh, Wetly, Free.Storm
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