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Mar 2018
I always thought that I was made up of storm clouds and pouring rain:
lightning strikes and rumbling thunder.
I'm the kind of weather that isn't subtle;
the kind that either comforts
or brings fear.
some people find the rain soothing
and the lightning awe-inspiring
and some people are shaken by the thunder.
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