Thunderstorm

by raining   Aug 31, 2005


The gray clouds gather, the storm is coming
I'm scared, I cry.
The thunder is loud, and the lightning cutting
I run, I hide.
The storm it follows me, I hear it close behind
I scream, I run
It catches up to me, and it tackles me down
I'm hurt, I'm alone

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