Storms Colliding In perfect harmony Not in perfect sync, but close enough to get by Filling each space with a new note A new tone Relief, escape Clouds of freedom dripping from the sky in an ordained holy fashion Their colors merging together as paints of water vapor Deep purple with a thick misty fog Contrasted by pastel yellow an unforeseen, not quite right combination But somehow it works Cloudbursts Thunder cracks My very being feeling pure aliveness The power of the storm So greater than any power from one person The all-consuming power raging from the sky I feel small I let go of my worries It's not in my control For the sky is stronger than my will to control Aden Griffith (9)
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