Shivers running through my nerves. Head to toe felt immensely tremulous. The outcome launch a roaring thunder. Wind would go against the wall and windows. I sought to see the gray sky. Turning darker more than it ought to be. Felt a drop of water. For it means that the storm is coming.

Poem:
Grim and loud must be
Thunder cloud seemed dreary
Strikes of light fury
Daunting night will be

Behind the window
Came a shadow with no
Figure
Shall I go out?
For I think I'll blank out

White lighting bolt
Folks were told
That the city of ruin behold
Caused by the storm
Once told
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