The Brutality of the Storm
The storm came quick, like a
Striking Snake
Deer dodging traffic on a busy highway
Pouncing tiger
Bullet rushing to its target
Stealing away all feelings of safety.
The rain came down hard,
Crushing the trilliums
Drowning the grass
Leaving craters in the earth.
Lightning came next,
Illuminating the dark night
Blinding
Streaking the sky.
One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
Three Mississippi
Four Mississippi. Boom!
Four miles away.
After, thunder
Crashing into the night
Making children cry
Paralyzing ears.
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