The Storm
The rain is coming down
It’s pouring like a faucet from the sky
Beating on the metal roof
To the point where nothing can be dry
I walk to the window that reveals the storm
Droplets pounding on the dirt road
Turning it into a sea of mud
It seems as if the sky is going to explode
I can feel the passion of the storm in my bones
The clatter drowns out every other sound
I can barely hear myself think
It feels as if I could drown
I can barely see out of the window
Blurring my vision of the world
When the wind suddenly picks up,
The trees seemed to be hurled
These sounds are so comforting
It brings me peace as the steady flow
Then it starts to decrease
And the fiery passion starts to slow
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