She was born in a thunderstorm
This angry person,
Came out punching,
And hasn't stopped since.
Shocking to some,
She is rather crass.
Never letting anyone
Push her around.
She is loud like the thunder,
Crackles like the lightning.
Her shadow darkens like the clouds,
And yet, it passes in a moment.
Then, she is all sunshine,
And soft touches of wind.
Gently caressing the water
Drops off the leaves.
Loving and kind,
Until the next time.
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