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My Thunderstorm
The rain washes away my tears
I smile at the purple velvet skies
that are streaked with lightning
The rumbling thunder sounds like laughter
Is it laughing at me?
The sky cries with me,
It's own warm tears drenching me
I lay back in the grass, close my eyes and breath in the smell
This is my Thunderstorm
The violent winds whip my hair into my face
I smile and lay there while the sky darkens
There is no rainbow to be found here
But this is my rainbow
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I loved the last two lines 'There is no rainbow to be found here / but this is my rainbow' absolutely, just, AH! SO GOOD!
I love how you made something really deep and just amazing, like dance-in-the-rain-amazing, out of your own experience. It seems you really, really caught it, preserved the feeling and shared it with us all, for which I thank you.
I'm sure I'll be fine. All things pass in time, as the old saying goes. But truly think about this, if you may:
Is there one person in this world who is truly themself? For we all have our masks.
Keep writing!