WHILE SAFELY TUCKED AWAY IN THE EYE OF THE STORM, IT'S TRULY DESTRUCTIVE NATURE IS REVEALED TO THOSE AROUND IT... WITH DEFT GRACEFUL STEPS IT MOVES, VIOLENTLY DESTROYING ALL IN ITS PATH, AS AWESPIRING AND BEAUTIFUL AS IT MAY SEEM, ITS RAW STRENGTH AND FORCE ARE IMMINENTLY DEADLY, SWIFTLY IT CARRIES OUT ITS DEATH SENTENCE, AS IT PERFORMS ITS RAIN DANCE, ITS WRATH IS UNMATCHED, AND WILD ENERGY UNTAMED, THE CAPABILITIES OF ITS POWER UNKNOWN, ALL THAT IS KNOWN IS THAT IT WILL COME AGAIN, THE ONLY THING TO DO IS TO TRY TO BE READY AND LIVE TO SEE THE AFTERMATH.
Reason for writing:
BECAUSE I AM THE STORM...
Birth sign: Not entered
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