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The quiet storm approaches near,
A gentle hush, that we can hear.
The sky grows dark, the wind does cease,
And nature's rhythm finds its peace.
A moment's pause, a lull in time,
A chance to rest, a chance to climb.
The storm may rage, but we can rest,
For in the calm, we can be blessed.
The quiet storm, a gentle friend,
A chance to pause, a chance to mend.
And when it passes, we'll emerge,
Refreshed, renewed, and free from purge.
