I am a great and gathering storm
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On horizons rise,
A shaded and shadowed uncertainty
Reflected in your eyes.
My path is unclear as the blue skys
The air so still, the whispering wood be quiet,
Save the distant dog a' barkin'.
Then I rumble softly, a prelude to my roar,
As lighting flashes brighty
Through the billowed clouds it tore.
And now I've opened up, pouring forth
Gods Gift of Life.
I hope my future comings aren't seen
As dread and strife.