The day the storm came, the animals took cover.
The flowers wilted and the sun hid.
Windows shattered closed and locked.
The storm meant no harm, it was just being itself
as it ripped the town to shreds,
as it broke the trees and toppled the houses,
flooded the ponds and turned the leaves
into swirling whirlwinds.
It showed its might,
than retreated into the sky,
gone just as quickly as it had come.
Silence rang out throughout the city.
The animals crawled back out.
But everyone, everything,
wondered when the storm would be back.
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