Like a great giant shadow rolling in over the land
Billowing in like rushing sands
Black thunder clouds come before the mass of the storm
Dark and dreary rumbling like a stampede the great giant shadow falls up the land
Winds beeping to wisp by hitting your face
You can tell the rageing Storm is near
Coming in fast like a locomotive you hear the wind boils and thud as it makes it’s booming
entrance
You know this is a bad one
The rain behind you begins to fall hard like a fountain
Yet it has yet to catch you so you begin to run to shelter
Away from the large black shadow haunting the land
Before it gets really bad
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