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Very quickly the night turns into day

The darkness forced to hide

to become shadows

The solace of the fullmoon

has been replaced

By the glaring heat of the sun

The rays pierce through me,

my spirit wanes

I wish to hide, though I have no body

I feel so dry, I feel as if I could die again.

As minutes pass

I see the sign of stormclouds

I see them forming as if in haste

Someone or something

is trying to shelter me

I feel no need to shy away.

The dark grey clouds

have blanketed the sunshine

The air is colder

and still there is no sound

I sense the start of thunder

and pouring rain

as my spirit flies into the storm.