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A Perfect Storm
In an open field of endless, noiseless distance, Rolling clouds cast an impending gloom; A welcomed and promised darkness descends. My eyes shut as I breathe in the aroma, In anticipation of The cleansing that quickly approaches. I cloak myself in the breeze, as it promises a release.. The cool wind, calming, so gently serene... Sweeping over my overheated skin. Finally, the fury is perfectly unleashed down upon me. The winds, gusting in a frenzied rush My hair whipping haphazardly around, Stinging at my face. I smirk toward the sky, as I silently, but eagerly Await the onslaught - This desperate release that I longed for in secret. It sought me out, and found me. I hear the angry sounds The roaring, begging to weep alongside me. When suddenly, the violent tears begin to fall With a sudden, breathtaking destructiveness. The thunder, like me, cries out in pain, With such sadness, angry liquid bathing the parched earth. It saturates my face, my body drenched. As I stand in the midst of the deluge, in awe, Crashing winds attempt to destroy me, But cannot find the strength. Until the tears eventually run dry, The painful clashes and cries become silent.. The skies yield to light, as the great and Terrible sun demands to be seen. I open my tear-stained eyes, And glimpse a different world before me... Cleansed and made new. And I cannot understand, nor Fathom the reality... Of the beautifully, perfect Broken release.
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