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Thunderbeings

  • mertzirene
  • Apr 25, 2025
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 26, 2025

I can barely hear the thunder

It's not close enough

To make me fear and wonder

If my walls are tough


I've weathered many storms before

This time, I'm asking, oh! for more

The rain, it always washes pain away


I can barely feel the wind blow

Why is it so still?

I can see those black clouds building

From my window sill


I've gathered so much dark in me

I'm longing now to be set free

The rain, it always washes pain away


I often wish I didn't have to

Build and build and build

Instead, just stand alone to face the storm

I'm subject to it's will


I'd rather risk exposure

Than to share my heart with those

Who don't see the mercy in lightning:

One strike could send me home...


I can barely feel the rain drops

Gentle as can be

Instead of raging transformation

They're letting me be me


Thunderbeings are my old kin

Holding this child once again

The rain, it always washes pain away


 
 
 

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