| Current mood: |  calm |
| Current music: | Thrice ~ Artist in the Ambulence |
You are my storm...
Staring out my window tonight
I see a storm on the horizon
Pounding rain soon is at my doorstep, with lightning at my neighbors’
Sitting on my bed I see all this power coming tearing, ripping through my street
Could this be more then just flashing lights and sounds?
Is this a precursor to something more?
Now I sit here with my hands waiting for my mind to say GO!
What can I say about this moment here?
What can be said about how my stomach churns?
I sit here, it sits there; waiting for a reason to GO!
Is this storm the moment that I’ve been waiting for?
As I take myself outside to cheer this powerful storm on,
I am taken too; by the storm.
I am struck in my back yard
Nothing taken
But something is given
Strength, and power.
I am on my hands and knees as I feel the last drops fall from the sky.
Scared and soaked I look up just in time to see the clouds break.
Now I am left with a feeling stronger then I started with.
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