There’s been one hundred nights of thunder
A tenfold more of rain
My eyes are tired of lightning
And are riddled through with pain.
The booming and the bursting
Are burning me with hurt
Can’t stand a second more
Yet the storm remains inert.
I understand it’s power
I think I’ve got the gist
And now this endless shower
Must soon cease and desist.
End, end, you stupid storm
And give me back the past
I miss the sun, the snails, the worms,
That fled the spell you cast.
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To be perfectly honest, I'm not terribly fond of this poem. I mostly posted it to get some CC so I can clean it up. I had the first four lines, and then out came the rest, but it sounds forced to me, and I don't know what to do with it. Thanks for the help. 
