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Storm
The wind moans in pleasure-
Or is it me?
The stars twinkle in mirth
As I succumb.
The tree limbs bend, entwine
Amorously
The storm rises fast- How
The senses hum!
Ride it out, ride the storm
Oh night rider
Crest the wave, the ocean's
Highest peak
Challenge the gods boldly
Open wider
Love gives strength of purpose,
Finds what we seek.
Exultantly then roars out
The deep thunder.
Lightning illuminates
Oh too briefly.
We are left to absorb
Nature's wonder
As silver stars shine on,
Twinkling with glee.
