I stand among the thunder
relishing the rain
It cleanses my soul
taking the pain

Whipping all around
wind whispers in my ear
Caressing my skin
releasing fear

Swaying with the trees
leaves rustle with every gust
Putting me into a trance
mind going where it must

God calls from above
pushing through the grey
Pouring down my body
Armouring me for another day


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