Through My Own Eyes

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Glass is breaking, dad is shouting. Wind is howling, mom is yelling. Debris is falling, Tommy is calling. My house is breaking and so am I. 

The tree is creaking and the lightning cracks. The swing is swinging but the rain is falling. The grass is blowing but the wind is howling. The flowers cry, but the funnel drags. 

The roof caves, but the house still stands. The hail falls and windows shatter. The doors slam shut while the lightning strikes.

Heaven is angry, and so am I. For I am silent, but the storm is not. The heavens are scowling and the thunder is growling.

Glass is breaking, winds are howling. Debris is falling, Tommy is calling. My house is broken, and so am I. 

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