March 8th,
Lights slow down, and wind hurls outside my sliding glass door. A "T-Storm", they call it on the newsflash scrolling warnings for such counties as mine, while local news sets off a terrible odor on the top of the screen. The power has been flickering on and off. I believe some branches must have been cutting off the circulation. It sounds of tidal waves crushing small South American villages now. I sit with my roomates silently praying for the real storm. I have just hope, but rational tells me I will probably die an old man. Well we can't all win, all of the time.
Lights slow down, and wind hurls outside my sliding glass door. A "T-Storm", they call it on the newsflash scrolling warnings for such counties as mine, while local news sets off a terrible odor on the top of the screen. The power has been flickering on and off. I believe some branches must have been cutting off the circulation. It sounds of tidal waves crushing small South American villages now. I sit with my roomates silently praying for the real storm. I have just hope, but rational tells me I will probably die an old man. Well we can't all win, all of the time.
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that storm was so random
in and out of completely nowhere