The Storm

The wind purrs softly
Oh the quiet, peaceful air
Feeling of an air vacuum pulling tightly
Is this the calm before the storm

Thunderous view in sight
Echos and clapping from a far
Yet she cannot stop with all her might
For this is how she weathers inside

Bury it all down before it shows
The vision she creates with lightning bolts
In her head, the temperature gets low
Her mind begins to unfold

Like the pressure before the storm
To the extent she does not know
The destruction starts to form
Alas she is no more

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