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The storm comes unexpected the sky still lays light blue the clouds still glow white but in the distance i hear thunder rumble above me i see streaks of color lightning flashing every where around i stand and wait watching the sky my hands held out as if im crusified rain begins to fall from the chaos rushing over the landscape like a great flood rushing over my skin, my face as if wiping away all that has plauged me these days washing the crumbs and dirt away the trees dont move, except for their wise leaves that turn over bright green awaiting the wind wants to howl, but makes not a sound as if this is to be a silent scene the rain hits the grass and my bare feet making the colors of everything look more vibrent to me on my face a grin breaks out this beauty has washed away my pout ready to fly with my hands raised up not scared to die, with one touch i feel pure glory in this force i thank the Gods for this storm pure power flows from my element into me this creation i call, pure beauty this adventure that brings sudden peace such power, such emotion, such feeling as if this one creation was brought on just for me it brings me into belonging, so that i can again see i am one with this force, tonight begging for more more rain to soak me further till it will bring me to my knees ill scream with insane joy if this continues to be such power that flows through me through this one pure thing this Storm