Rainstorm
When I see the storm clouds coming closer
a smile spreads across my face
I love the chaos and the beauty
of the crashing thunder
and flashing lightening
I love the sound of the raindrops beating down
As their constant pounding beats away all the filth,
all the dirt,
all the refuse that has built up
I love it as the wind picks up
As the world is cleaned
replenished of all it needs
Then, as soon as it comes,
it’s finished
And I must go back to the doldrums of tranquility
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