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If I Were a Storm
I would tap my icy fingers against dark windows,
Command the wave to leap up in a feathered spray,
Pick helpless leaves from waving trees,
I would streak piercing lightening through the dark sky,
Tormenting small pathetic plants in my way.
Whistling a haunting tune I sweep past,
I would boom a deep warning over the cities I claim.
I would endanger animals in my wake
Punch the sun behind a dark cloud.
I would nip and nibble trees with a bitter wind,
Force down rain with a tremendous hum
Pushing the life out of dancing flowers,
But eventually the sun would enlarge,
Forcing me to scoop up my dark gowns and leave.
Then the sun would soften the rain until it was gone
Drying up the traces that it had ever been there.
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