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Morning Storm

I'm listening to a storm this morning,  
There is rain against the splinters
And thunder echoing through a field of lightning,
Such an ordinary thing, the morning storm;
Peaceful, unrelenting, unaltered; the storm's divine,  
I like it here, it's quiet and comforting,  
Where there are no flashes, there is darkness still.
Written by Pishashee
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