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I am the Storm


I love when it rains like the Heavens are crying

And I wonder if it’s that or something interstellar

Maybe the stars are happy and the clouds were watching

So they cried tears of joy

Maybe He saw that we needed rain

I hope the skies dedicate each rainfall to a certain something

I hope it pours the day you need to be sad

I hope it pours when you need to play in puddles

I hope it pours the day I cease to breath in the smell of fresh rain

Don’t worry, my love

I’ll be amongst the clouds, helping to create a beautiful storm

Every time you think of me

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life.&nbsp;</p>

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