Different Storms
Leaves fly off the tree
A bird whistles in my window warning me what is down below
I don't flinch as my window starts to glow
For it will be over in no time
Waves crash the shore and tear down homes
Leaving the place looking like big foot stopped to visit
People cry for the lost
It will be ok says the crow that sits on the one tree that is left
So quite I hear a pin drop
The trees ever so still
The mixing off hot and cold air...
5 mins later
everything is flying
My basement is the new hiding club
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