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Storm
17 years ago
A low rumble is heard,
Far off in the distance.
I can feel it coming.
It holds a worrisome intensity
That makes me close my eyes
This all is carried by an ill meaning wind.
Shaking the leaves in a way
That raises goose bumps tall on my neck.
My body feels what is coming.
It is brewing fast.
Headed straight for me
With few places to hide.
The blue sky that covered
Has changed to a dull grey.
The smell of rain fills the air
With a strange familiar must.Now the clouds are thrown screaming
With colors of the darkest blues
With the intensity of a loaded train[
i]It bears down on me.
Piercing the busy air with
Its shrill and deafening horn.
Taking this storm on
Is a feat that no man should face alone.
Damned will be those who try solo.
And haunted will be those who hide.
The best outcome that one could receive
Is exhaustion,
From taking this on with the closest of kin
Almost on top of me the storm thrashes in
For a moment this beast stops time.
It stares at me,
And I stare back
It mocks me,
And dares me to move
All at once,
I blink.[/i]