I woke up and knew the outcome.
I could tell by the force that was surrounding my make-up.
My intuition grew stronger and stronger by the second,
And I knew the storm was coming.
Rain like marbles from the sky, clouds shadow vision, how would I see?
Would I brave it out or allow it to get the best of me?
For the storm knows not the intentions of my heart,
It only sees the pysichal.
I will not run.
I will allow it to pour until the skies become clear.
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