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Lightning Storm
Walking alone through the roads,
The boy was scared.
He walked away from the trees,
Afraid the lightning would hit,
Striking them down.
Boom. Light. Boom. Light.
Every light blink,
Every hard strike,
The boy would shriek,
Speeding up,
Nervously increasing the length of his steps.
Boom.
The one was closer than all the others.
The boy stopped.
Took a look around.
He saw a tree on the ground.
Right behind him,
With little flames ona single branch.
He ran,
Didn't hear any more booms,
Only saw the falshes.
When he opened the door of his house,
He was dripping,
Water falling from every part of him,
But mostly from his eyes.
