Washed
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Lightning strikes
Faster than I can think.
Thunder roars
So loud I can't hear myself think.
Rain pours down
Washing away all emotion.
Peaceful storm
Quieting the commotion.
You speak in hushed whispers
But I am no longer listening to your thoughts
My mind is wandering
Burning at a thousand watts
I am buried deep in this commotion
The swell of my mind
