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The rain has a way of calming my storm. Thunder shakes away my fears. Lightning bolts out my insecurities.  Floods water down my overbearing feelings.

And for a moment, I lie down in the rain. Soaked. Waiting, For the next storm  even though, we're in the eye of this one.

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