Storm Rider
Lightening flashes, Thunder roars, Ride the storm, Left to soar. Sparkles dance, Along my skin, Embrace the storm, Ride the wind. Wonder rises, With each new flash, Rain begins, Cools my skin at last. Laughing and free, This is why I was born, Raised from thunder, A child of storm.Pre-write: B. storms/islands © on Nov 17 2001 04:20 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson personal • other
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