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The calm before the storm

Is like no other serenity.

No human being can compare

To the stillness of nature in this brief moment.

It almost seems perfect; too perfect to ever be true.

You look around-

The grass is greener,

The sky is bluer,

And clouds are whiter and fluffier than ever before.

It almost seems blurry-

Life, I mean,

And everything is impulsive:

Lived in the moment,

And without regret.

In the blink of an eye,

The sudden flash of lighting

And rumble of thunder

Begin the storm,

Warning like a yellow traffic light.

One by one the beautiful white noise starts.

But the time goes on,

And the white noise pursues a different tempo.

The rain is my music,

Being played by the fallen angels of the sky.