Thunderstorm

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It had started raining
that night.
The lightning
cackled
almost comically.
The thunder
rumbled
louder than
my father's
stomach
after my mother's
famous
Sheppard's Pie.
I did not feel
safe
even with the
police
at my heels.
I would never
feel safe
again.

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