Storm Chaser
Perhaps half of my problem, Is the fact that I love to chase storms. To listen to their roar, As they release everything they once held beneath Their delicate as clouds skin. That flash of light, The buzz of electricity, From their skies Straight down to my earth, I mistake for more than it is. More than the simple release, That lightens t…
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