This fierce storm
It was a norm
For she was the child of the skies
It was listening to her cries.
Subtly ruffling through her hair
And giving invisible hugs like a bear
A mother pampering her baby
Saying something maybe.
Were rain drops the tears
Giving solace in the time of fear
Or like pecks on her face
With a little bit of grace.
She closed her eyes and went with the flow
Danced her heart out with aglow
It made her happy and remorse
Maybe that's what she wanted to ignore.
-23/05/16
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