The Storm

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I feel cleansed
Harsh rain descending
Cold wind driving huge drops
Minute oceans assaulting
Dripping, clothes clinging
Embraced by the storm

A fleeting romance
Ice cold hands caress
Desperate arms hold tight
Steel-strong and reassuring
Touching, hand holding
Adored by the storm

A cry of triumph
Swollen chest exhales
Thunderous vocals wooing
Believed voice promising
Singing, serenading
Seduced by the storm