The winds will come
As the skies grow dark
The world waiting in anticipation
For the rains to start
Thunder rolls in
Lightening strikes
Bringing the dreaded hail
Tornadoes touchdown
Destroying all in their paths
Life is not all smooth sailing
The storms will come
Instead of hiding
I will face the wind
Stand in the rain
Fearing neither thunder nor lightning
Avoiding the hail and tornadoes
For I will rise above
And ride each storm out
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"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
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This is not only inspiring, but makes me a little homesick. lol it makes me think of sitting outside watching the beautiful thunderstorms
Lovely full of energy amazing
This is rich with power.
This was so freaking powerful! I loved it so much!