It's storming again; a fierce threatening storm. The wind whips and whirls about you, looking for anything in its path to rip down and tear apart. The rain falls in floods of white whirling in a sad fight with the wind. They dance about as though each is in control, yet loosing to the other. The lightning flashes as it jumps out to hit its quarry. Like a snake's tongue it slithers out quickly hitting the prey and searching for another target. The flashes of light rapid but quite deadly and unforgiving. Anything along the path is quickly demolished, left to mere rubble and burnt ashes. The thunder grumbles loudly with each flash of lightening. Angry that it isn't noticed by sight, it must keep its presence known. Loudly it bangs, rattling your bones and causing your heart beats faster. East beat of your heart grows louder as the storm drags on. The water has begun to collect, causing floods and standing water. Eroding the ground and road beneath, the surge of water pushes everything out of its way. Further destroying what the wind and lightning have angrily torn apart. Left behind are shards of broken glass, fragments of wood and rubble lying aimlessly along the landscape. The lightning strikes the pieces, teasing and provoking to prove who is in control. Angrily growling the thunder rolls along screaming at the wind and the rain as they fall below, never ceasing their catty dance.
You are left standing there, wishing this battle wasn't. Wishing your head was clear and heart was settled. Wishing you understood why the sun shines outside and this fierce fight is reigning inside of you.
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