A flailing storm whips on my rattling pane
and puts me in an itchy, restless mood.
I've sought the tranquil warmth of solitude
to ease the pensiveness of inner strain,
brought on by rolling peals of drumming rain.
I seek a respite in an interlude;
soft, flowing music's gift of quietude.
But, vestiges of tension still remain.
Shall I compete with jagged, crashing rounds
by playing dreamy tunes from Brahms or Bach?
The air is swirling, twirling with new sounds,
and muffled chimes from old grandfather clock.
Amidst the raging storms cacophony,
I find my haven in a symphony
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