Storm and Spark

In the midst of a storm so dark

I saw a flash, a sudden spark

Lightning lit the sky so bright

But where it struck, was out of sight

I searched for any sign of fire

But in the rain, my eyes did tire

Then, from the shadows, a figure emerged

With a smile that could not be purged

She held a wand that glowed so strong

And with a flick, the storm was gone

With whispers soft, she cast her spell

And bid the storm a fond farewell

Now in my heart, a spark does glow

Of the magic that she did bestow

Whenever storms do come my way

I remember her, and find my way.

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