It presses of all through the night,
Dark and cloudy, lack of sight.
The rain comes down and the thunder roars,
Lighning zapping all that soars.
All in the air will fall to the ground,
And then die without a sound.
The storm keeps raging, raging on;
A storm to last forever long.
People running, people crying;
From a storm so terrifying.
Shaking and breaking the trees all fall,
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Happy Halloween! biggrin