The Storm

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by MackJ134

by MackJ134

The wind whipped my hair. I could feel the storm coming on. The dark grey clouds glided towards me as I sat in a big oak tree. I wanted to see the storm from up high. It would be alright, I wouldn't get hurt. I've escaped death countless times. Soon, the rain was on top of me. Thunder shook the tree and I looked forward to see a lighting strike hovering just in front of me. It seemed to stay there forever, so I reached out to touch it. The last thing I remembered was falling.