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When the Storm Came
In August, a tornado swept through town
 Disappearing before daybreak and when people woke up 
 They looked out their window 
 And realization hit as the dawn appeared
 We sat in silence in the calm of the storm
 Then the wind picked up again
 And the rain started pelting us
 And thunder boomed and lightning struck
 We sat together on a field waiting it out
 Not knowing what to do but being together was all we could think of
 Being together is all that we knew
 And others talked to us
 Helping us clean up
 But I couldn’t see any debris
 The memory of yesterday still sat in my mind
 The bliss of a crazy happiness I couldn’t let go
 I couldn’t see the damage of the tornado
 I refused to see the storm around me
 But I sat with them
 Because being with them is all that I knew
 While they cleaned up, I sat in silence
 They needed me there and I couldn’t say no
 
 The storm lasted three days
 And when the sun finally appeared all mentions of the tornado stopped
 A reference to the storm here and there is all we got
 But the storm
 Didn’t last three days for me
 A rain cloud traveled from their heads to mine
 And I was blinded by how sudden the rain came
 I couldn’t see around me
 I didn't know if the rain was falling elsewhere
 It was acid upon my skin
 And I needed to talk
 To make others see the storm
 To ask them if they too felt the rain
 I needed to sit with others
 Because being with others is all that I knew
 But the others wouldn't talk
 This is isolation of the worst degree
 
 My storm lasted two months
 Two months of blog posts and letters that could not be sent
 Two months of slowly cleaning up
 Putting the pieces back together
 Figuring out where they fit
 And discovering the pieces never had a place before
 I talked to others when the pieces were in order
 Because talking to others is all that I knew
 They let me took but couldn’t understand
 
 I wanted to remember the tornado
 To talk about the storm and what it all caused
 I wanted to know, to understand, to work it through
 But the topic was too taboo
 And the clean up was mine alone 
 And the tornado wasn’t really a tornado
 It was a death
 The death of a classmate
 And there wasn’t really a storm
 Only reactions and events

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