there's something wicked happening outside
it's 5am and i just got woken up by a most magnificent storm.
the sky is taking serious photos of the earth,
accompanied by the low rumble of a fat man,
at times punctuated by the crack of a whip;
the winds seem intent on kicking up a ruckus,
raindrops are battling my window panes.
looking down from my 12-storey matchbox,
i fear for the toy cars passing below.
it's a beautiful world.
it's 5am and i just got woken up by a most magnificent storm.
the sky is taking serious photos of the earth,
accompanied by the low rumble of a fat man,
at times punctuated by the crack of a whip;
the winds seem intent on kicking up a ruckus,
raindrops are battling my window panes.
looking down from my 12-storey matchbox,
i fear for the toy cars passing below.
it's a beautiful world.
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