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As the waves crash against the salty shore,

I sit on the rocks,

Pondering of

All my secrets, and past events.

I feel the gentle breeze,

Tickle my cheeks.

As rain starts to fall quietly.

Not too hard,

Not hard at all.

It becomes silent,

As all the creatures run for cover.

I can feel and see a storm brewing above.

But I’m not afraid of what’s to come.

I can smell, the fresh wet dirt.

As it starts to rain harder.

The sound of my mother’s concerned voice,

Telling me to get inside.

So for now I’ll watch from behind a window.

But I will return to my rock,

When the sun starts to shine.

Then I will,

Think again,

About the past, the present, and the future ahead.