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Grey mixes with black and blue as the clouds gather in the distance
White and fluffy, tinged with grey fill the skies over my head
On the horizon I see darkness as distant thunder rumbles
I watch in helpless fascination as the end of the world approaches

Darkness and silence suddenly engulf me as the white clouds scatter
I watch as my sky turns from grey to black and bluish purple

No rain has fallen and the wind is still, I wait for the apocalypse

Birds become silent, bees fly to their hives, there are no sounds to be heard
A cool breeze suddenly chills my arms, I know the storm is about to begin
I am transfixed by the clouds, as the silent gloom is disrupted by a thunderous crash

Rain begins to fall, yet I stand and watch the storm gather around me
A gusty wind blows, leaves and twigs scatter, pellets of rain begin to fall
Wind whips around my body, yet still I stand and watch
Transfixed by the darkened skies and feeling of impending doom

The sky crackles as light rips through the clouds, I see light fill the sky
Nature's spell is briefly broken; I find shelter, fearing the sky's brilliance
Covered, I can still feel the wind as it slowly makes the leaves dance in circles
I pay no attention to the siren blaring or the dog howling

"Mom" cries a small fearful voice, "please come inside"
A child's cries accomplish what wind, rain and sirens cannot
The storm no longer holds me in its' grasp, I race inside, watching as the tree branch falls Where I once stood transfixed, The apocalypse is over, the storm has just begun

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