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11/01/08 at 08:44 PM by Jonathan Bautts
|The storm crept in on the unsuspecting town|
Like a predator stalking its innocent prey.
The clouds, moving across the countryside,
Swallowed up anything that stood in the way.
It was futile to resist its advances;
All of modern manís devices were utterly useless now.
Harnessing all of its energy into one devastating sum,
It began to gather itself to unleash a fatal blow.
The air dripped from the pure power of the storm
As it braced itself for the onslaught to come.
Silence fell over the land like a suffocating blanket,
Interrupted only by the brief but intense roaring of thunder.
The remaining sunlight was choked away,
Painting the sky a pitch black.
Rain began to pour without end,
Torrents spraying the ground like a machine gun.
Lightning crashed against the sky,
Illuminating the terror-stricken landside below.
The earth could do nothing but watch helplessly
At the mercy of this unsightly monstrosity.
Everything stored up was unleashed down,
Distorting the terrain into a barren wasteland.
The ferocity of the storm remained in full swing
Until it arrived at its crushing crescendo.
And with that, it was over nearly as quickly as it had begun.
The land shuddered from a sense of relief
And pinpoints of life began to reemerge from their shells.
As the storm disappeared into the horizon,
The town began to lick its wounds,
Awaiting the coming of the rising sun.