Storms

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Storms

Storms never last
They're from the past
It never stays
Maybe it can last for days

No sign of leaving
But panic is not relieving
Panic rises
Making decisions not wise

The rains pours down
Wearing fog for a gown
It causes much problems
As time passes by, sunlight begins to blossom

Autumn is at its peak
Storms start to become weak
Yet, they're still there
Time left to spare

Storms are frightening
Thunder, rain, and lightning
It eventually goes
When it will, no one knows

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