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Peace Broken

May 16, 2009
By Anonymous

I stand alone on a broken down porch just waiting. An awful silence reminding me, "It's coming.". Muggy air, pounding winds, it's almost here. The sky turns grey, the air a sickly green. My friend the sun abandoned me to take refuge with the moon. Through the erie silence comes a wail,.....it's here. A flash of light, a loud pounding from the sky tells me, warns me,.... the peace is broken...


The author's comments:
I got this idea while enduring a severe thunderstorm. I love the awestruck wonder I have during the storm.

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