Black clouds coming in fast across the sky, warning
us ahead of time that it will be raining and storming
soon.
Lightening and thunder, standing by, waiting on side-
lines for their cue.
Loving storms, liking to stand in the rain as it falls
from heaven.
Pure and cleaning, taking me into depths of heaven.
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