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crying lightning

i'm home, alone.
it's raining, it's pouring.
it's scary
thunder growling every 10 seconds
the wind is so violent,
rattling the windows
the neighbour's dogs are barking
the electricity went out a few times.
the sounds of the front gate screeching
sounds of scratching on the front door
the door swings open
she's home
mummy is back
now i feel

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