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Sudden rain,
lightning and thunder,
heaven outside, hell inside.

Clouds collide,
like some helpless ships,
Stone-built refuge beckons me.

Nature's storms
are not so scary
As 'hell' inside a ruined room.

Darkness soars
above and below
and sleeplessness is my fate.

But God comes,
As my Savior,
and 'hell' becomes 'paradise'.

Fragrance fills,
the moist, gentle breeze,
Why shouldn't I love God the most?