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The Storm

The sky is dark
Rain clouds rolling in
Then a flash of lightning
Like a camara going off
Then waiting
Anticipating the moment of thunder
A few seconds that seem like forever
End with a loud roaring off in the distance
So loud you can barely hear afterward
Then silence
Waiting for it all to begin again
To repeat untill it passes on
To the next poor soul
To have to endear the blindness
And the deafness
Of the storm