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the sound of leaves whirring
grey takes over the blue in the sky
thunder joins in
the breeze turns windy
chilly air hits my skin
the smell of the earth fills my senses
and i can breathe again.

figures take shelter
but i would never
for i've been hiding too long
as soon as the first sprinkle hits my skin
my heart soars
nature is my music
the damp ground my floor
i believe i don't need wings
as long as the sky lures me up

my words are ladders
and they end right there
up in the midst of clouds
so perhaps there are times
when i can't reach them
but raindrops bring them back
and paint them across my skin
like stars in the dark

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*safe and sound