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The struck of wind on our roof is like a drum trying to create a beat,
It hurts to hear this, its creating a dreadful sound,
Odette on its full emblem, strong enough to beat any older trees,
Unmerciful banging every house on its way.
Raindrops are falling like swords from the vast gray clouds,
Thunder radiating and illuminating in the surroundings,
Dancing like wild on this earthly ground,
Giving us chill for whoever it will strike will surely burn to death.
I on the other hand, trying to pray
for us to be safe,
Hoping this storm will show mercy,
Hoping, there's no falling trees that will struck us while we're on a deep sleep,
And hoping that after this night, we'll still be alive and continue breathing.
— August
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