The wind, a howling beast, whips through the trees,
Woooosh, whoosh, whoosh, an angry symphony.
The rain, a drummer wild, pounds on the tin,
Pitter-patter, splash, bang, the storm begins.
The waves, like angry horses, rear and churn,
Crash, boom, roar, against the shore they burn.
The thunder, a giant's roar, shakes the ground,
Crack, boom, rumble, fear's deep sound.
The lightning, a...
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