May the weather dictate 

May the weather choose for me

If I die or if I live

May rain force tears from eyes

While thunder forces screams and cries

Flashes of white on the sky and smatterings of red on me

May the weather dictate who I am who I’ve been

May sun make me burn

And may a flood drown my soul

May weather be my dictator

For I no longer have control

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