The wind is harshly blowing,
The night is painted black,
With the pounding rain,
Streaming down my back.
Unable to see clearly,
And water in my eyes,
Nature is just something,
That I can not despise.
Stumbling through the trees,
As the wind increases force,
The branches whip my skin,
But I feel no remorse.
The pain is unnoticeable,
But the feelings are still inside,
Running from my home,
Running just to hide.
I fight the storm kindly,
As the river fights the sand,
Not in hurried anger,
But to make a balanced stand.
My energy is waning,
I curl up under a tree,
Not caring what will happen,
Being who I want to be.
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nice words and visual
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