The rain comes without warning.
You can prepare for torrential rain all you want, but it's still going to storm.
You may not get completely soaked but you're bound to get wet.
The storm clouds are forming.
Darkness is looming.
It pours down from every direction without any warning.
Each droplet feels like a tiny dagger inflicting pain.
There is no refuge from this storm.
Then I gather my thoughts and find calm in the midst of the storm's eye.
I muted the thunder.
I dimmed the lightning.
I rebuked the clouds and commanded the rain to flee.
I refuse to let it over power me.
No more chaos.
No more pain.
No longer do I tremble at the mere crackle of thunder.
Now I just dance in the rain.
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