How the wind blows through trees and make everything in its path move, but howls as if it's crying
How Lighting strikes, but searches for metal to help ground it from being so out of control
How the rain falls heavily, but tries to slow down getting washed away in the gutters of the ground
How thunder roars and bangs after every lightning strike is how my emotions are inside of me
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Tyesha. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks