The Coming Storm

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The crunch of the leaves under my feet.
Then a zap of lightening
followed by the boom of thunder,
I am covered with the splash of rain.
Hearing the meow of a cat
who scratches at the door wanting in,
I am hit with the whip of the wind,
I walk with the squish of my shoes.





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