Storm clouds are so captivating,
I love how the lightning dances,
And how the thunder comes in rolling,
It correlates with me somehow,
It feels like it's screaming my name,
They call for me out loud.
It feels like a missing half of me,
It feels like an old friend;
A flash of history.
I am a storm cloud myself,
Dark, mysterious, and full of rain.
Not even the brightest sun could help.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
