If anger was

If Anger was a color
It would be blood red
As fiery as a volcano
If Anger was a taste
It would be just like an old copper penny
If Anger was a feeling
It would be as blustering as a pot of boiling water on high flame
If Anger was a smell
It would be depressing as a death
If Anger was a sound,
It would be loud as a a screaming child in pain