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I can see the gloom around,
The lull to be broken
By the winds howling,
The Norwester is coming,
Clouds gathering upon,
The trees are shaking vehemently,
Rains continuing to lash with,
But the velocity of the wind tremendous,
The tornado knocking at the door,
Sending the storm warning
To burst upon with a downpour
And the heatwaves being driven away
With the vacuum cleaner.
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