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The Storm of the Rainforest


High above the steamy jungle, below the frosty stars. The storm crackled with hues of blue, white, purple, and yellow. Thunder clashed like cymbols and lightening danced over the trees. The rain made a symphony in the leaves and the wind cut the air in a wild game of tag. Animals fled to the canopy to hide from this natural parade. The day fell away and night rose to enjoy the darkness of the storm. Blue waves of energy crashed into the dark gray shores. White serpants slitherd in the yellow meadows. Then a purple flame sparked to life and tore the sky open and sent wave after wave after wave of cymbol thunder into the rainforest, over the mountains, and deep down to the ocean floor!  But, when a new dawn arose the Storm of the Rainforest had to go...

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live with mom and dad and little sister. middle-class nerd. heavy reader, and video game nerd. star wars fan, and art fan.

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