the storm

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    the storm

    I can see the storm coming in the distance
    I can feel the cold wind against my face
    and though I feel that I should leave here
    I find that I seem to be stuck in place

    the bolts of lightning illmiate the sky
    and the thunder crashes shockingly into my ears
    I am transfixed and in awe of the coming storm
    and seem to brush off all my fears

    I can feel the rain start to come down and kiss the ground
    as the storm presses itself into my space
    but I welcome the feel and the taste of the cold clear water
    as if cascades upon my body and face

    I revel in the severety of the storm
    and I am pleased that I can be inside this savage spree
    for it is both exhilerating and frightning
    but only hold promise and power for me

    I know the storm shall pass and soon be gone
    like all things that come and go
    but its beauty and power will be always with me
    and its true beauty I will hold dear and always know

    I never fear the rain or storms
    for in them I find comfort and strength within
    and this helps me to be strong enough to live day to day
    and even when I must fight, to sometimes win

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    NayInLove commented on the storm

    02-09-2009

    I love it!

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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