The water is blue, the foam on top is white;
a wave slowly curls over .
I turn from the green shadowy escarpment
to the roar of the waves
and the dark clouds
and the sweet smell of the storm.
I can't wait to see the lighting-blue electriciry come down from the heavens and touch this world gently;
to hear the roar of the gods when the thunder strikes.
The rain is heavy and the smell from the woods is sweet.
The rain and the storm die and the clouds blow over and i see the new world,
The new dawn ,
The new beginning.
Written by Darksun82
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