The Storm Is My Soul


the sounds of thunder rumble beneath me and rattle my soul...
the cracking of nature's whip and stinging drops from the sky...

my face is drenched from the grey, wet darkness as tears roll...
i close my eyes, and my breathing slows, to where i lie...

the beating of the drops become the fainted rhythm i hear...
as my heart slows down, i feel something carrying me away...

a calmness overtakes me, and the presence of someone is near...
the fear is gone, and i need this presence to stay...

the sounds tranquilize me into a hazy slumber...
and the presence soothes me into a euphoric state...

i realize i am dying and will be passing over...
with the storm that absorbed my soul today...

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