The Storm

A slight pitter-patter on the windows
It starts off so quiet, so gentle, so slow
I can tell, the thunder clouds are approaching
The wind is haunting, horrific, and droning

Flashes of light appear near-by
Impossible to think this all comes from the sky
Sounds of thunder come suddenly after
Wondering if somewhere, there may be disaster

Trees begin to caress in the wind
Branches separate, and nothing's guaranteed to stay pinned
Lightning strikes now, a little more closely
Suddenly nothing seems just like it's supposed to be

Frightening and shaking
Destruction and quaking
Soon it all gets softer and softer
The storm is just about over





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