It's raining again, and the winds are cold.
Yet I feel no sadness, or pain untold.
The clouds fly fast, and cover the sky.
Rain soon follows from where I watch and lie.
What's in a storm that makes me so peaceful?
What's in my heart that makes it so meaningful?
As I watch the clouds fluttering by,
As I feel the rain fall from the sky,
I feel a sense of oneness in me.
A sense that makes me tingle with glee.
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