The Tempest

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In the heart of chaos, where tempests rage,

Nature's fury unfurls, an untamed page.

Winds howl and whip, tearing skies apart,

As darkness descends, consuming every heart.

Clouds clash and collide, a tumultuous dance,

Thunder roars its wrath, a symphony of chance.

Torrents descend, relentless in their might,

A deluge of despair, shrouding day in night.

Yet amid the chaos, a whisper in the gale,

A promise unspoken, a hope beyond the pale.

For in the tempest's eye, a sliver of light,

A beacon of solace, piercing through the night.

As winds begin to wane, and raindrops softly fall,

A transformation unfolds, enchanting one and all.

Behold the spectacle, a marvel to behold,

As colors paint the heavens, a story yet untold.

A rainbow arches high, spanning earth and sky,

A bridge of dreams and wonder, catching every eye.

Its hues a tapestry, woven with pure delight,

A reminder of resilience, emerging from the night.

So let the tempest rage, let darkness have its sway,

For after every storm, a rainbow finds its way.

In the depths of despair, hope's ember burns bright,

Guiding us through the tempest, into the gentle light.

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