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Drizzle descending
Soaking me to the center
extinguishing my visceral fire

Fog is spreading
Clouding my mind
obscuring my psyche's vision

Thunder is crashing
Twirling my heart in tumult
fragmenting my soul's dreams

Blizzard blustering
Concealing my spirit
enveloping my heart in darkness

But the sun is appearing-
Dessicating Drizzle,
Searing through Fog,
Piercing the Thunder,
Lifting Winter's pall-

And, so, I begin to grow
In this sweet Springtime
my life grows anew.