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Coming so slowly and somberly up over the horizon the light of the day makes it's first appearance,
Inch by inch it begins to spread it's warmth upon those who need it the most,
Need it to breath, eat, grow, work, play,

Shining up the clear blue sky,
Suddenly a breeze comes through,
Damning the sun's ability to shine it's brightest,
Bring the gloomy clouds with it.

Then comes the boom of the thunder and the crash of lighting,
The wind begins to pick up,
Twirling around in a funnel of rage,
destroying everything in it's path leaving everything in a big mass of destruction,

As quick as it came it's gone,
Fighting it's way through the dark clouds is the sun trying to take it's rightful place in the sky.