I Change Stations with the Storm
It sounds like the angels are throwing furniture at each other
Such crashing and bashing! I listen to the hard rock channel
There is a lull; I peek outside. Rain drizzles down my window.
I switch stations to classical; the kind of music you find in Fantasia.
Lightning flashes outside smash along well with the frenzy in this music.
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