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About This Poem
Patient Storm
Thunder shakes bitter rain from distant clouds,
while, as if in pain, they roil across the heavens.
Lightening licks the jagged mountain rim,
leaving behind a burning kiss, that scars.
All the while, wind cries out,
releasing anger to send debris flying.
And here I stand, watching it all,
patiently waiting to feel that first drop.
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