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As storm clouds linger overhead,
my mind is whirling like a hurricane.
My thoughts are blowing through my brain
faster than I can grasp and ponder.
Hail hits the roof with loud clinks;
my thoughts pulse faster than I can recollect.
A storm of emotions rattle my footing
and I lose myself for a spell.
I am lost in a tempest of passion for what I believe.
As I regain my sense of well-being,
the calm after the storm brings me to my knees.
The rain has cleansed the pavement and cooled the evening.