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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

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Debbie Duncan

Date: 10/3/2020 4:39:00 PM

I like this, it's very nice :-)

James Dotzler

Date: 6/27/2020 2:16:00 PM

The ending caught be by surprise - a welcome surprise...storms of life...storms in nature...maybe more similar than different.

Franci Hoffman

Date: 6/26/2020 8:51:00 PM

Nice piece, Julia. Renewal after a storm, a welcome thought.

Mikho Mosulishvili

Date: 6/22/2020 10:14:00 AM

I like that vision... This is a good verse...

Julia A Keirns
Date: 6/24/2020 6:25:00 AM

Thank you so much.

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 6/13/2020 3:33:00 PM

Nice piece Julia, indeed a storm can clean away many things as long as it's not you! Have a blessed weekend, Gordon

Julia A Keirns
Date: 6/24/2020 6:24:00 AM

I love storms! Thank you.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/10/2020 11:22:00 PM

Nice! Water has that 'cleansing effect!' ~ Former Fish, now out of water

Julia A Keirns
Date: 6/24/2020 6:24:00 AM

Yes it does. Thank you.