i am rain.
splattering.
running down the face of every
surface.
i am wind.
rushing.
pushing against whatever stands in my
path.
i am lightning.
crackling.
transforming the inky black sky into a
kaleidoscope.
i am thunder.
booming.
ringing through the hills, filling the
abyss.
i am the storm.
swirling.
no one can take away my
power.
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Author:
Ami Rose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2025 22:23
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
I like the format and wording of this poem that breaks down the components and responds to each making the composite of the storm. Well done
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