Storm
The rain has seized but the storm has come
From my balcony I see everything
The world ripples as the winds sweep down on the gray biosphere
In the midst of a vengeful weather system
I find peace in the destruction of a mundane day
Roaring winds, whispering trees, whistling bushes
Explaining everything in inanimate tongues
The dark clouds creep like a curtain across the sky
Ushering in a violent night I’ll sleep away
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