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STORMY WEATHER
I like nothing better than to stand and see Storm clouds coming in low Purple and blue, lavender and gray Darkening to a deep indigo.
I like to see lightening split the sky With big, jagged streaks of light. And hear the wind raise a mighty voice As it roars through the deepening night.
I like to see branches whipping wildly about As wind touches the storm-tossed trees The air being filled with leaves and twigs And other little bits of debris.
I like to feel rain as it kisses my face The touch of the wind in my hair The taste of the drops as I lick my lips And taste of the wine of the air.
I know my soul is at one with a storm It's a hunger that is deep inside To join together with this mighty force And to know it is the voice of the Lord.
(c) 1997 Karen Garner |
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