People see me for my beauty. The beauty before the storm. I am not human. I am not peaceful. I bring the rain. With every step, the clouds move forward. With the raising of my arms, the floodgates open. I bring the storms. Those who bring me to anger suffer the gruesome death of raging wind and torturous fire. I see one thing in my path. The havoc I'll reap. Only one stands in my way. No eye will pass over the one who stands in my way.
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