A poem of distress.

The storm is brewing.

I can feel it.

First the thunder crashes, 

and my heart pounds.

Then the lightening falls 

and starts the fire.

Fear pulses through my body.

Rain crashes to the earth 

and destroys what is left.

Now all I see is destruction, 

and all I hear are my own screams of terror.

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