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Make It Rain

Blinding silver streak 
Explodes
Rocks crash
Roof rattles
Cracked sky
Spills fury
Pent up rage 
Inflicted
Doors 
Windows
Blown open
Wild wind
Laces through
Snuggled up 
Tight and warm
Bear hugging 
Howling storm
Wrestling 
Chest crushing 
Rib crunching 
Dominion
Pinned down
Struggling beneath
Seeking for some 
Lasting release
I won't let this
Tempest leave
Make it rain
Forty days
And forty nights
Yet
Somehow
Some way
I fall in
Dream
It slinks away
And all I 
Wake up to
Is this 
Fresh morning
Kiss

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Date: 8/4/2022 9:52:00 PM
Beyond the turmoil, the sanctuary of that fresh kiss, lovely :)
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Steven Young
Date: 8/11/2022 5:53:00 PM
Rose, thanks. Every morning is a kiss, (or should be.) (Sorry for late reply.)
Date: 8/4/2022 7:31:00 AM
I'm drawn to this passionate poem Steven. Linda
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Steven Young
Date: 8/4/2022 8:07:00 AM
Thank you for reading it, Linda, and letting me know your thoughts.

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