The Storm

It slaps against the window pane and rolls like droplets of tears falling down a cheek. The moaning wind howls to be seen as it pushes and pulls everything it touches. Its stormy music comforts the heart yet frightens the soul. With pulsing torrents building to a crashing thunder. Grey clouds hold the sun hostage and torment worshipers with lighting bolts across the gloomy skies. Its sudden end surprises the senses for fear of its impending return.

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