The clouds are slowly churning,
Changing their formation.
Their colors are slowly darkening,
From white to grey to black.
The wind is subtley blowing,
Whispering my secret to the world.
The rain is begining to pour,
Cleansing our world of all evil.
The thunder is now rolling,
Giving voice to all it's pains.
The lightning suddenly flashes,
Lighting up our world.
And there I sit at my window,
Watching the beauty of the storm.


 
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