The Storm
Distant sounds
Of thunder
White clouds turn gray
Darkness moves in
Lightning strikes
As the storm begins
Wind and rain
Pouring down
Cleansing the pain
It washes away
Fresh
Renewed
Clean as can be
The storm it came
And set me free
Copyright © Julia A Keirns | Year Posted 2020
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