Storm. Thunder. Tornado. It was a storm. Ripped through Brooklyn, headed to staten island, like a spray of hairspray going through your hair. The night was peacefull, until it happened. The crackling lightning made me wonder. I was the one who saw it. I ran to the window, and couldn't believe what I saw. I could not see through the window. and behind it, a dramatic theater show was happening. The rain was a blur, the icy hail and rain drops quickly slid across the window. The earth was moving, shaking, was the earth going to die?
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