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As it thunders, as it roars,
It shakes me to my core.
The wind blows, the sky's crying,
Only it knows how I feel I am dying.
The air is cool and crisp...yet warm.
All is dark in the eye of the storm.
I lay awake and listen to the rain,
It's washing away the aching pain.
When the sky shakes as much as me, Ironically, I start to lay comfortably.
The wind, the lightning, and the rain,
Clear all the thoughts in my troubled brain.
I lay and listen and hug my pillow tight,
As the storm soothes my soul and 'whispers': "Goodnight."
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Anything But Ordinary
PoetryA collection of original poems and thoughts with rhymes of a wandering mind that is anything but ordinary.
