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Fierce clouds,

roll in over head.

Black as the midnight sky,

they rage.

Emitting the tear drops of heaven,

in the form of rain.

Each drop that falls,

glistens,

and splashes in the emerald waters below.

The sea crashes against rocks,

with rippled waves of green.

These stormy clouds,

drift past the waters,

and move on to the shore.

The sky clears,

dawn breaks.

But soon the sky,

will turn stormy again,

yet all will become fresh and new.

This storm was my life,

before I met you.



~*~ Jill ~*~