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Not even the flawless blue sky
Can escape the storm underway.
The grey cloud curtains closing in
Preces a drumroll from within.
Sudden squalls emit raging howls
Like demonic masquerades and their growls.
But the roaring encore is not left behind,
For bolts blast notes too horrid for the mind.
Townspeople fail to find a heaven sound
As only the wrath of water exists abound.
Gale forces push the rain towards eyes
That are blustered by singers that shriek and cry.
A tempestuous musical finale’s end
Is the coat of trash, deaths, floods, and other rends.
Emma Brennan is a Media and Culture major with a minor in Digital Marketing.