She Is a Storm

I can smell the rain, I can feel the birds chirping.
As the wind rushes through my body,
While thunder pores from my lungs in confidence,
My lightning filled eyes flash a glorious bolt of energy
for everyone to see.
As I walk the forests, fields, and valleys I see creachers scurry.
I reach out to softly touch the sun as he disappears.
For only a short time, I am confident.
I am me.
What a beautiful storm..

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