I am a storm, my flashing lightning looks like a bare tree waving it's gripped hand everywhere it goes. My roaring thunder makes it known to the world that it's there. I am a drum thumping in your ear that you can't get rid of. I wrap a blanket of terror around everything I come across. I tell ghostly stories to the little children ,that makes them jump out of their skin. I am a storm.
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