Storms
Wind
Rain
Thunder
Lighting
Violence
It creates
'Count seven seconds
It will be okay'
Can't seem to get tired
Feels like it won't stop
Drops of water
Coming out of the sky
Leaving only light strike the highest ones
The world is spinning around
Not waiting for anyone behind
Leaving no time to recover before the next
Hoping to see the stars one day again
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