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Created on: May 31, 2009 Last Updated: April 22, 2011
The storm blows in,
I welcome it with open arms.
The rain is stinging and cold.
The winds blow strong,
pushing, demanding to have its way.
The symphony against the window pane
is exquisite. I close my eyes
and revel in its sweet song.
The storm passes. Regretfully,
I watch it go. The song is but a distant echo.
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