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The Storm

The Storm moves in, It's force yet unknown, The Lightning has not struck, The Winds have not Blown. The Trees are still peaceful, Their Limbs, still intact. The Sky starts to Darken, The Clouds, they turn Black. The Lightning, it Flashes, Afar in the Sky. The Thunder, it Crashes, Like a Train, rolling by. Now the Wind starts Ablowing, And the Trees start to Sway, Harder and Harder, Till the Limbs break Away. Then comes the Rain, Like Needles on Skin. Let's Play in the Rain, 'Til the Sun Shines Again!!
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Oct 24, 2010
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