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**What can I do when the storm arrives?**

>The thunder roaring. Screaming. Shouting.  
The lightning flashing. Cracking. Burning.  
Battle waged across the sky.
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>I crouch down. Shrinking. Hiding.  
Left behind. Abandoned. Crying.  
Trampled down and left to die.
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>*What can I do when the storm arrives?*
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>The wind moaning. Howling. Shrieking.  
The rain pouring. Dripping. Splashing.  
Ashamed of all my cuts and scars.
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>The trees falling. Tumbling. Breaking.  
The darkness falling. Dimming. Obscuring.  
The light escaping. I can't see the stars.
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>*What can I do when the storm arrives?*
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>The clouds rolling. Blowing. Covering.  
The water flowing. Rising. Drowning.  
My eyes shut against the night.
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>The sirens wailing. Falling. Rising.  
The tires screeching. Slipping. Skidding.  
I'm tired. I don't want to fight.
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>*What can I do when the storm arrives?*
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>The thunder booming. Echoing. Crashing.    
The lightning striking. Flashing. Warning.  
I open my eyes to the midnight sun.  
For now the storm and I are one.
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>What will you do when the storm arrives?