Looking outside my shelter
I can smell it approaching. The results, not loathing can't wait till it all just clear. Looking pass and hoping, The beautiful disaster leaves nothing behind. But me.... Please! Pardon my desperation, I just want the storm to wipe it all clean and leave with no explanation. Looking outside this depressing shelter. The clouds are approaching fast. Close my eyes, I hear the thunder. Beautiful disaster is here at last.
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