she is the lightning
flahing bright, before the noise
that loud-
-terrifying noise.
She is admists all the rain,
folded up in storm clouds,
waiting for her sunny days.
But little did you know,
that noise is her biggest fear.
She's forever running away from it,
that's why she's almost never there.
dh. 07.2021
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