Thunder Storm

It was deep in the middle of a knight night suddenly,began a blithe breeze the breeze of despondent. it rose,rose heavily to a terror breeze the breeze of terror change the change to a tornado the tornado of horror in dismayed the dismayed like a dead horse, that has been suffer a tease of extremity droplet rain I turn,turn to the side my infant brother the brother that is yonder the night of the world snoring,turning,oozing like a cat in a party of clamor only a minute later escalated horrible a blasting the blasting in endless time on our soggy zinc but recently i rapture with fright thinking of the sleepiest night the night of commotion the commotion of unheeding yet of whome frame my countenance in sorrow i mumble endlessly in despair at the insane night mournful i asked to thy helper in subsidition of the mysterious night pleasant of all humanity tease the same with me.