Skies were red with tints of orange,

pouring out to the darkness in just a matter of hours.

The rumble began and a storm was a brewing…



Plans were being dipped in and out of choppy water,

that were forming onto rivers and oceans which were crying,

crying from the terrifying thought…



of a thunderstorm began and octal-shaped clouds formed

and the very thought of wanting to enjoy the day had to end,

and so I hid for cover, the terrifying began, and the storm was coming…

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