I always felt,
That if I were any type of weather,
I would be the rain.
But I didn’t know how true that was till now.

It never stays in one spot,
Directed by the wind.
And always different every time.

A flash of intense emotions,
Before it hides behind those gray clouds,
Hidden from other’s view.

Always calm before the storm...
And a slight warning,
With a small roar of thunder,
If things get a little rougher.

Things change in the eye of the storm.
Where the whole world seems to stop.
Turning green and bright.
And only a few people seek it out,
Actually getting that deep into the storm to know.

Sometimes,
It is relaxing.
Spreading over the earth,
Cleansing the world,
Trying its hardest to make things for the better...

But no matter its intentions,
It still ruins someone’s day.

Beautiful,
Powerful,
And subtle,
sometimes it can be.
But it never sees itself as that...
Only told.

Once it starts,
It can not stop.
Though it may bend and fold,
It stays its true form.
Constantly changing,
On its own whim,
Unaware at the time,
Of what its actions cause.

My only problem is...
Will I ever know,
Before the storm subsides?

 
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