Prevailing Soul and Weather.

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The mist is rejuvenating,

It dances on my senses.

The wind chills my face,

The rush calms my defenses.

The sky is tranquil and cloudy,

A haze settles above the ground.

I feel the impending rain,

The breeze barely makes a sound.

The weather syncs with my mood;

I feel the simultaneous rushing gale,

And the sky's placid state. 

Like the weather, my soul will prevail. 

-_{by @uglysweater :)}