Sometimes, I’m the wind:
Restless-untethered-violent
Carving out the world
In-crazed-and-howling-bursts
Other times, I’m the rain:
Somber. Heavy. Dark.
Descending on the world
In constant. Hushed. Pours.
Between the two
The only thing I always am
Is torn apart
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