Clouds of thunder
Rolling over the skies
The humidity grows
The air so thick with water
You could
(practically)
Hold it,
Even scoop it up
In your hands
Seeing the weather
The wild,
Restless heavens
I run out
Without shoes,
Without a care
I dance as the rain begins
My sorrows are washed away
As the Earth is made anew
The birds
Chirp sweetly
They embrace
The chaos
They’re not afraid
Of the dark
Why should you be?
It gives me hope
For tomorrow
A new day,
A new you
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