Storms
Those storms out there,
How they rumble.
They crash and boom,
Scare and shake.
Those rains,
They pour.
Those thunders,
They clap.
And the lighting
Brightens the night.
The calm is just as dangerous
As a natural rampage.
A mess of beautiful catastrophe,
Just like the one in me.
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