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Sep 2010
You can hear the rain tapping at your window
You can feel the spray resting on your arm
You can hear the wind, a low mournful howl
And then a bolt of lightning flashes across the sky
And thunder claps, and rambles on forever
The rain is pouring like a waterfall
The sky is getting darker
The wind is screaming
Rain turns to hail
Trees start to fly in the wind
The temperature drops
The sky turns green
The rain stops
The wind calms
A train is heard
You step outside
Ad it hits you.

*Give my best to the Tin Man.
Written by
Benjamin Banker
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