The Storm
The clouds emergeas the storm rolls in.
It pulls at my heart
with every caress of the wind.
A light mist fills the air
and flows gently to the ground.
The feel of the drops of rain soothe my soul
as they fall from the sky.
The stress of the day disappears
as the storm soon embraces me.
Its powerful grip holds me in place
as it washes away my surroundings.
It has come to cleanse me of my sins
for it knows what I've done.
The embrace lessens as the storm passes through.
I am my own person
but I now know what I must do.
The storm of my worries has come upon me
but as it passes
my decision is made.
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