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A rumble pierced the quiet
The sound began to grow
I knew exactly what was coming
A storm crept in, ever so slow
Louder, as the raindrops fell
Accompanied by such clatter
The sound man had the volume up
I was afraid the glass would shatter
Still I sat there watching
As the sky lit up, rather jagged
I waited by the window
Another bolt of lightning, staggered
Playing with the land below
The clouds released their heat
The spectacle above my head
Was quite the incredible feat
Still, as slowly as it settled in
It departed twice as fast
With a gentle rolling thunder
The storm was calm, at last
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Ah, the image of clouds playing with the earth is a stunner. You’re such a storm chaser. ❤️
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I am. I will watch a lightning storm like there’s no tomorrow. And If I get too close, there will be no tomorrow lol
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😆⚡️☁️💥
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Nicely penned.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Your welcomr.
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Loved it ..such wonderful imagery!
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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You know, I love this!! 😁
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Somehow I thought you would 😀
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😄😄
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Beautiful Dorinda, simply beautiful!
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Thank you so very much, my brother! 🙂
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A very good poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you 😊
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You are welcome1
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