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My storm
I see her roll in,
Billowing through,
Through skies she lurks,
Rains fall new,
She tosses and turns,
Folds and divides,
Sends forth her anger,
Then she hides,
I can feel her tears,
The whip of her hand,
The winds are strong,
They push the lands,
She fills the rivers,
And sets fire to wood,
She drenches the sands,
On which I was stood,
She is my storm,
I watch her grow,
I wish her well,
And then I go.
