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The Storm
The blackened mass is coming fast. We've got no place to hide. The window's blocked, the door is locked, So we can't get inside. Lightning lunges down to us And Thunder pounds his drums. Animals have fled the scene Behold! The Storm has come! He creeps above the wavy field And blows his dire wind. His mindless freelance killing spree Will surely soon begin. He gives the orders to destroy Whatever's in his way, And Lightning with his Thunder son Do nothing but obey. Minions for a noble cause? I highly disagree. They only want to advocate Their master's sole decree. Lightning jumps the picket fence, Exploding on a tree. Then I can sense the burning smell, What stinging potpourri! Thunder cackles overhead And spreads throughout the grain Ricocheting off the hills, Signaling the rain. Then the rain fell from the sky And flowed on down the steep. It rolled into the waving grass With nothing for it's keep. Lightning flashes at us so, And Thunder follows nigh. The rain starts flooding on the street, We're all about to die! But wait! I see a causeway in the clouds! I think the wind is done! "Our lives our spared!" so sings my heart! Behold! The Storm is gone!
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