The Storm

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Lashing  wetness across my cheeks, across my hands.  My umbrella flips inside out. 

Whipping winds and blackened sky, who knows if it’s day or night.

Clashes, booms and roars fill the air, followed by unearthly bright flashes of light.

I’m frightened this night will never cease. That my tomorrow may never come.

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