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Kylia Jan 2015
Thunderstorms are my 
Therapy.
Pouring the darkness away,
Piece by piece.

Rumbling pierces
The charged air,
Sweet melodies to 
My ears. 

A flash of light,
Illuminated, "snap!" 
A moment passed, gloom
Was back, just like that.

Rush of noises,
Can't make out anything,
Besides the pitted patter that
Rain always brings. 

I could stay awake 
All night,
Watching the sky 
And earth fight.
Watching the rain is my favorite way of wasting time.

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