Threads Of A Sweater Tripping trees. Roaring in..

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Threads Of A Sweater Tripping trees. Roaring infinite screams. Rain shouts at the window, As the clouds burst at their seams. There's a storm coming, So just stay calm. Darkness overtakes the town, Children crying for their mom. The air cools. Gripping waves off the shore, Beaches sands erode away, Houses stand no more. After the storm, That's when things gets better. People working to fix what is broken, Together like the joined threads of a sweater.