A storm is a beautiful thing. It's violent and gentle and everything in between. A storm comes and it goes back to where it began. A storm is nature vs. man. I am a storm and I'm always here. I can destroy hearts and produce tears. When at rest I am my best. First comes the wind, then everything next. When I'm gone I'll leave my legacy behind, there will be scars and damage but you'll be fine. Remember me as a storm from behind the sea. As I leave my current place, remember the feeling you had when seeing my face. I was a storm, I was a beautiful thing.

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