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I am a great and gathering storm
On horizons rise,
A shaded and shadowed uncertainty
Reflected in your eyes.
My path is unclear as the blue skys
I darken.
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.

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