When the Storms

When the storm clouds rolled, 

I lifted my head to the sky.

When fate the lightning foretold,

I smiled but didn't wait to die.


Lifting my skirts, I danced through the rain,

I kicked at the water, making it fly.

I sang with the birds despite the pain 

Of the shells in my feet that made me cry. 


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