My name is a loud thunderstorm

My name is unique.

My name is powerful.

My name is a loud thunderstorm

disrupting the silence at night.

My name is the loud crashing

waves that frighten sailors away.

Yet my name is soft.

My name is a beautiful sunset.

It is a piece of artwork from Paris.

My name is the sound of a giggling baby.

My name is the sound of a flower

petal drifting in the wind.

My name is the sound of soft little

raindrops sprinkling on a window.

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