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Storm
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Darkness
Threatening clouds move in
above the horizon.
The balmy summer air
becomes cool.
Delicate droplets of water,
tumble from the darkened sky,
Landing on my face,
as I rest on the pier
observing the storm.
Do I run for cover?
No,
I love the caress
of the rain
on my upturned face.
It cleanses
the anxiety in my mind
if
but only for a while.
