While storm clouds roil near, bringing darkness and fear. A light pierces through, through from me down to you. Shines brightly from here, bringing lightness and cheer. Heavy still rains do brew, for all in clear view. A storm! It is here! Here, fear, run all in fear! Wind whips! Wildly whips! A storm! It is here! Here, fear, run all in fear! Yelling winds! Wildly whips! Fear of the storm. Erupt within. A storm! Rain rushing in. A storm! No end! Drowning as rain rushes in! Wake…waking…drip…I hear drips? Awake, I’m awake, this storm is severe. Stand…standing…drip…I’m near drips? Hurry, I hurry, there’s lessening fear. A storm, it is here. Here, though fear, everyone’s here. Wind whips. Wildly whips. A storm, it is here. Here, though fear, everyone’s here. Yearning wind, wildly whips. Here, together, we weather the fear. All, together, we make it through. Together, we aim for the clear. Everyone, from me to you.
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