Thunder

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Booming and ominous it rolls,

Like a forbidding elder wrapped

In a harsh, grey cloak.

I look out my window to the rain

And long to be outside.

Out where my blood pumps

In time with the patter of the rain.

Out where the wind tears through

What’s left of my body.

Out where, for a single moment,

I’ll fly and stand and swim

And simply be, just for a moment,

I will be the thunder.

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