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Like lightning is a sign of upcoming thunder

She was flashing her white lights, to give them a sign,

That something big and loud was coming

Something that would leave them with covered ears

Because they wouldn't want to hear the truth,

The truth about how sometimes,

when it's been raining for so long,

the only thing left is to let it all out in a ferocious scream.

To go out with a bang and

To go out being known as the thunder who couldn't just stay lightning,

The one who couldn't be silenced.

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