A storm
so strong
Breaking
Branches
Ripping
Ranches
Howling
Hoarse
Cursing
Coarse
Mauling
Moors
Thumping
doors
Raucously
Roars
Greedily
Gores
This storm
Is within
The whine
And the din
It wrenches
My heart
Destruction
I thwart
With all
Of my might
I put up
A fight
I won't
Let it show
My form is aglow
I will
Win this show
Nalini
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