The wind is picking up
The sky is turning black
My fears are placed into a cup
Then dumped into a sack
I am scared of thunderstorms, you see
Which makes me feel odd
When so many
Like thunderstorms
It's not the thunderstorms
It's the thunder and lightening
That has me scared
No...Not scared
But frightened
Nobody understands
Because... Well, I'm just myself
Where has evening gone?
Not long ago the sun was
Shining brightly
Now.... Something
Worse than Night
Has Visited the sky...
A
Thunderstorm
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**~Marian~