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As lightning whips the painted skies

And thunder howls in aching cries,

My frantic heart forgets its weight

While fearless rain unseals the gates.

I need no coat, no shield, no cover,

The storm becomes a volatile lover;

Each drop, a stroke against my skin,

Sinking deep to stir within.

In hazy streets, I laugh, I spin,

Palms raised high as I begin;

The rain runs wild through every vein,

A gentle washing of my pain.

As lightning burns and thunder crashes,

My buried fear dissolves to ashes;

I wish this feeling would never wane,

This wild, bright joy born from the rain.