Sounding Storm
I hear a loud noiseIt calls to me
The wind whipping at my face
Blowing my coat behind me
A storm is coming
Yet I stand here
In the middle of this field
I'm watching the skies
Waiting for the storm
It's what I hope for
Since I lost my hearing
The sound from this storm
Makes beautiful colors that only I see
I love the feel of the rain against my face
The sound of the thunder
And the rain against objects
It's a beautiful site
When I see all the colors flow together
I feel alive
So I wait out here
Wait for the sounding storm
So I may see the beauty
Others do not see
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