Storm's comin'...
thunder rolling far away, static in the air.
Sideways across my face and neck
wind blowing through my hair.
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Thunder rolling closer like bombs in a distant war.
Not a song or flutter from a bird or butterfly.
Jagged daggars of electricity stabbing at my heart.
White clouds slipping fearful by.
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Wind tearing at my clothes.
Lightning piercing my soul with much ado.
Rain...stinging my eyes and drenching my skin.
His eyes are blue...
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