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STORMS
Friday drew to a yawn
Light was fading fast
When suddenly a mighty crash
Followed by a violent blast
A parade of light
Was flashed across the wall
Thunder raged
And the calm air stalled
Rain began beating
With violent force
I watched it stream down the window
As it flowed without remorse
Tiny bullets being peppered
A giant roared angrily outside
Deafening echoes
Where no-one could hide
Dark recesses of my mind
That lit to a lightning bolt
Nothing had prepared us
For a stormy assault
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