First came the clouds in the sky
as they periced to black
to take the light
That we all find so comferting away from us
Then came the loud bangs of thunder
Like gun shots
But much louder and darker
and than came the wind
Blowing so angerly
and roughly through the sky
Out of control
and without morals
but everyone bowed down
and respected it anyways
Than came the rain
like angerly shattering
hard as rocks
destorying everything
and wetting eveything
In its path
I love the storm
When the world runs wild
It feels so free and out of control
and that makes me feel good
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