the thunderstorm holds me near in its beat
the wild drums beating down everywhere
echoing sounds of the wild mother, letting all hear her
lightning beats wild, but in a rhythm.
We sit as near as we can
to hear the song, deep as it rolls
we await the next beat of the storm.
Our soul dances, the light turns on
as we wright:
"Storms dance with me"
This is a glorious reinterpretation. It verges on being, as a i say, a reimagining, because it goes a bit beyond paraphrasing, but I like what you wrote. Just be sure as you paraphrase to not change meaning:)
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