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Questions, challenges arose,

I couldn’t figure why.

But in all the confusion,

I knew at least I must try.



In my new found wisdom,

Through the ray of sun.

Now the day is dark,

And the rain has begun.



Thunder rolls.

Dark clouds form.

A drizzle starts,

Beginning a storm.



For the longest time,

No pour was heard.

And as quick as my thoughts,

The downpour occurred.



Against my pillows.

My soft silky sheets.

Listening to the rain.

Dancing in the streets.



Thrashing against my window.

Screaming through the night.

I listen to the rain storm,

In all of it’s plight.



Like myself moments ago,

Through cluttered thought,

The drops finally reigned free,

Releasing my distraught.



Massive amounts of water,

Washed down the Earth,

Quenching beginners’ life,

As I lay in rebirth.



A new me was born,

In the storm’s rage.

I leave behind adolescence,

And begin as a sage.



My time has come.

Here and now.

My training changes.

I take a new vow.



As last drops fall,

Again, through silence breaks,

My clutter now enlightened,

And this storm it takes.



Inspired by: / Dedicated to: The rain

Created on: August 16, 2007 – 0550