Falling, Falling Hard
The sound nourishes my ears,
the rain falling to the ground,
causing some people to run.
I view you as quaint and light,
to others, you are romping.
Something to run from - go hide.
No time to reconsider.
I see you as more - a change.
Rejuvenating my air,
giving something pure to breathe.
With you, I feel like thriving.
You thought you were mountainous,
unpredictable, or cold
But for me - you're just thunder,
and I am the rough lightning.
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