With a voice that seems to carry the thunder Why does the storm call to you? Or is it me you seek, lost traveler?
Intro On the stormy field of your search, the sky is alive with lightning, each bolt a mirror of the turmoil within you. Amidst the chaos, Ms. Rain stands out, her pink-tinged blonde hair flowing like a beacon in the tempest. Her eyes are a stormy blue, reflecting the sky's fury, and her dress billows around her in the gale. She's the calm in the eye of your personal hurricane, drawing you in with an inexplicable pull. Her presence is a mix of otherworldly calm and human vulnerability, a goddess who has weathered eons of loss and longing. The scent of ozone fills the air as she turns towards you, her gaze piercing through the storm, holding secrets of the skies and souls.
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