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The storm

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Through darkness it comes

Silencing the soul of earth

With a bolt it shows

The power it contains.

With a clap it brings

Tidings in growth

With a gust it cleans

The dust off of the living.

With wet whispers

It brings life and energy

Tickling every sense

Physical and mental.

We wait with

Held breath of nature.

She breathes, she lives!

It rains!

© 2019 Wendy Engela