Storm
The sky is hidden,
The clouds are gray,
It's the beginning,
Of a gloomy day.
The wind speeds up,
The rain pours down,
Before you know it,
There's this frightening sound.
Boom! It goes once,
Boom! It goes twice,
And with one strike of lightening,
Out goes the lights.
I'm in the dark,
I'm all alone,
I'd call for help,
But there's no dial-tone.
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