she's like lightening, ready to crash.
she's like thunder, ready to roar.
she's also a cloud.
soft and gentle, dark and angry.
she's a storm.
an unexpected storm, waiting for her moment.
waiting to crash.
also waiting for the moment when it's all over.
when the clouds turn into a soft shade of pinky orange,
and the birds whistle that familiar tune.
she's a storm waiting for her end.
yes, I said "pinky".
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