The clouds roll in so that even the sun hides. Night in the middle of the day. The wind blows. Trees bend. Some break. Some are uprooted. Some remain. Thunder crashes. We jump. Waiting for the sirens to sound. Then we will hide. But will we come out? Sometimes we hear it coming. Sometimes we… Continue reading Storms
Storms
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