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[hazy_reflection]

Is it Nature, or Just in My Nature?

Broken
I am broken
The wind blows angry all around
It roars in my ears
Ripping my tears away
Leaving in its wake
My bruised and battered soul
Fearful of the storm that follows
I lie awake
Waiting for the rain to fall
Hoping it would wash away
The broken shards of my reality
But the storm passes
Calm
Mocking my desires
As the cold front passes
Giving way to the fire in the sky
Blazing rays
Piercing the fragments
Beating down
Melting all within its reach
Someone in the distance laughs aloud
Muttering something about primordial ooze
And suddenly everything snaps
Whole again
Staring out the window
And wishing for rain