A rumble shakes my body,
as a storm coming over the mountain range.
Finding direction without guidance a truck passes,
the letters vague of a previous owner still it reads….
Enjoy the difference.

Hiding under a cloud of smoke, thunder strikes.
Watching caged birds in sorrow, longing for freedom.
Church bells awaken me while raindrops drizzle on my skin.

Let it rain, finding comfort in it’s miseries. Let me rain!
Trembling my pen moves over this paper.
Trembling in the echo of clouds breaking.

Let me rain, to make the burden become it’s beauty.
Metal birds indicating the wind spin in circles and set for a new direction.
Released, clouds dissolve for the sun to warm my outside.
Reflecting, answers given, graceful for the lesson learnt today.

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