Thunder shouts its angry rage,
Long before the first rain drop falls.
As lightning strikes and rips white the night,
I feel more at peace than before.
I stand staring out the window,
with eyes fearing to blink.
With hands clenched into fist of fury,
But still I have no fear.
My soul is cloven two sides of a whole,
Each begging for clemency.
Watching in wonder at the Storm's Rage,
As I still myself and for the first time.
I feel coalesce'
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