The wind rumbled and thundered,
Like a distant fright train,
The kind people talk about before being struck by a tornado,
But it was not a tornado.
It was just the wind
And rain.
It body slammed the house
And made it shudder,
But we were safe and dry inside.
Coming home,
I was soaked,
With my umbrella blowing inside out many times,
Because of the wind,
But I am not the wicked witch of the west
And so I did not melt
And arrived home safe
And intact.
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