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Poem - The Storm
I stood alone on an empty gravel road.
The gray sky looked heavy,
Ready to drop the extra wait it carried,
On its gray, tired shoulders.
Suddenly, the sky lit with lightning.
The ground shook with thunder.
And the weight was suddenly taken off.
Off of the clouds' shoulders.
The rain took of in sheets, and I took a seat,
On the cold, wet ground.
To watch the beauty, of The Storm.
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I love disturbing orchestra music, freaking people out with scary stories, and running around like a lunatic in thunderstorms.
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