I watch the lightning dance across the sky beyond my perspective,
I feel my brain turns sublime as everything turns subjective.
I smell rain coming from the celestial atmosphere in a crisp zephyr,
I taste the tears of heaven, pure enough to cure a leper.
I can hear the power of God descending in an aquatic form,
I observe the neutrons effulgent in this electrical storm.
I cup the gift from the quagmires in my hands,
I breathe the pure oxygen that my anatomy demands.
I drink the chemically bonded brew to keep my heart beating,
I listen to the rain, Spring's warm-welcomed greeting.
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