There is a soothing that comes with a storm,
tied under covers as the volume rises to thunder.
Winds that whip lost moments from the mind,
cracking of branches that break banished bonds.
In the deluge rivers wash dirty demons from thoughts,
earth soaks up new life from old clouds and gives new strength, .
In the aftermath of the Texas rain, the petals of flowers cry,
and release their sacrificed smell into lost hearts.
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