Your Storm
You roared at me like thunder,
and struck me like lightning.
The day you walked into my life,
my dreams were blown away
faster than leaves in the gushing wind.
You were a fearsome storm
that I found shelter to survive from.
But your apologies
were the drizzle that followed,
and my foolish forgiveness
was the faint rainbow that came after.
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