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I had heard about the impending doom, And wondered what would happen. Many were evacuating, planning for the worst. Afraid and terrified, wondering if they would have anything to come back too. These bustling Brooklyn streets, were barren and lifeless. Somewhat of a mystery. Only the rustling of the cold storm winds approached. It sent shivers down my spine, I didn't know what to think. I've never experienced anything like this. As I walked back home, Something above me caught my eye. Caught in a tree, a lonely, heart shaped ballon. My own heart felt heavy, it sank at the sight. For some odd reason, it gave me a fright. Normally

Drenched, my head hung low. Shivering, I held my legs, trying to stay warm. Alone, no one to hold an umbrella, No one to let me inside. Admist the abandoned lot, I looked for some sort of shelter. But nothing could be found, Just the shambles, this old forsaken house. The rain continued, harder than ever, Unrelenting, the sound was deafening. Hope was as fleeting as a word whispered in the wind. I stared at what appeared to be the sky, A sliver of blue, admist the gloom. I prayed the end would come, That this was my relief. It never came. I silently sobbed, as those inside stared, Or so I hoped. I wished they would have seen