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I dreamed of you, and the rain did come. Soft and slow, like the sound of a distant drum. The beating perfectly parallel to the throbbing and the rhythm of my heart. This rain continued, not sure how it came to start.. Soon afterwards I noticed, it began to pool, Before this chaotic symphony would end, The Pressure would release once and again. Thunder and lightning moving through and out, all of this commotion and not a single cloud. To this restless slumber, I bid adieu. Sweet peace and deafening silence, after I dreamed of you.Read the full of Quiet Storm