voices screaming,

the city becomes gray.

And then it pours,

rain blown by the breeze,

sheets and sheets of it,

trees dancing with glee,

skyscrapers out of sight,

pellets stick to windows,

splashing feet, running for protection.

A child remains

with outstretched arms and a smile,

wanting to play.

As sudden as it started,

it stops.

The height

of the city returns

to sight,

though the gloomy cloud remains overhead,

ready to release.

And so, the city is

a new city.

Never the same again.

With fear always looming

from the sky.

No one knows how long

the storm will ensue,

the lightning will last

but the people will endure.

They always do.

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