The Song of Storms
Whistle, rumble, tap, tap, tap
The song of storms is like no other
The wind whistles a quiet tune,
Caresses your eardrums
And you're sure if you left the house
It'd caress your face as well
The thunder rumbles around you
Its gentle rumbles resonating through your being
The cloud's purr is below, above, and all around you
It's like a mother's soft hum, lulling you to sleep
The sky's tears tap on your window
They try to coax you out of your protective barrier
If you listen and step outside
The falling droplets would cover you in their gentle, wet kisses
Whistle, rumble, tap, tap, tap
The song of storms is like no other
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