The power of her pain
She blinds with buckets of rain
Forcing everything in her direction of range
The power of nastiness
Her rumble is listened by all
Her sweat felt by many
Storm how you come with the beauty of destruction
Her sight rumbles
Her vision can’t be scoped
She bates the skies brightness
Covered the world in black darkened
If you leave she may strike you
If you stay she will engulf those from as low as the soil to as high as the heavens
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