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Rising Storm
The wind blows Smell fresh rain in the air Feel the tension as lightening strikes and the thunder roars The storm gets closer and closer coming at you like a lion to it's prey the rain falls the lions fangs come down windy destruction coming down to take your home horrible andbeautiful at the same time the winds rise as the funnels come closer hear the winds whipping and tearing as you cower in your shelter The winds have died and the rain has stopped you fear what you might find when you come out but you must leave and when you do you stare in horror at the destruction then you turn and hit your knees at the site of your home completely gone but you rejoice that you are still here they When the rubble is cleared you come back to find a single flower blooming where your once lived So as the flower blooms in destruction and the Phoenix rises from the ashes you will rebuild from the rubble
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