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Weird storm passes over town,
Everyone looks up and runs.
First there are flashes far away,
Slowly getting close
then the blue-gray light covers us up.
Next, my favorite part!
Thunderclouds roll in,
Blocking out the sun.
Bumping together they crash like big drums.
Once it starts falling, cover me up.
Weird storm, dropping weird things.
Water and ice in tons of different shapes!
Everyone looks up and runs.
Thunder clouds roll in,
Electricity fills the air.
Blowing fuses and knocking down trees,
I dream of thunderclouds;
My arms and legs made of just water, and air, and sound.
